Ballad—in All's Not Gold That Gliters

I AM a chairman my name as Mc Gee, No flower in May was so blithe as me, Till that bastard Cupid, lodg'd in disguise In pretty Bridget's two good looking eyes, Arrah is't you, the urchin cry'd, I've a strong bow I never try'd; Like a shelalah he then chose a dart, And what a whack it gave my heart.

And since that time I grunt and sigh, And sob, and moan, becase as why I strive to hate, but am ne'er the nigher, By her frosty looks I'm all on fier. Oh! Bridget, Bridget, ease my pain, Or give me back my heart again, Or else, in troth, do all I can, My partner'll soon be an old man.