From Garyone, my happy home,
Full many a weary mile I've come,
To sound of fife and beat of drum,
And more shall see it never.
'Twas there I turn'd my wheel so gay,
Could laugh, and dance, and sing, and play,
And wear the circling hours away
In mirth or peace for ever.

But Harry came, a blithesome boy,
He told me I was all his joy,
That love was sweet, and ne'er could cloy,
And he would leave me never:
His coat was scarlet tipp'd with blue,
With gay cockade and feather too,
A comely lad he was to view;
And won my heart for ever.

My mother cried, dear Rosa, stay,
Ah! Do not from your parents stray;
My father sigh'd, and nought would say,
For he could chide me never:
Yet cruel, I farewell could take,
I left them for my sweetheart's sake,
And came, 'twas near my heart to break
From Garyone for ever.

Buit poverty is hard to bear,
And love is but a summer's wear,
And men deceive us when they swear
They'll love and leave us never:
Now sad I wander through the day,
No more I laugh, or dance, or play,
But mourn the hour I came away
From Garyone for ever.