SALLY MUNRO



Come all you young maidens I pray you attend

Unto these few lines that I have here penned,

To all the sad troubles that I did undergo

Since I became acquainted with sweet Sally Munro.



James Dickson's my name, I'm a blacksmith by trade,

And in the town of Ayr I was born and bred

From that town to Belfast I late did go;

'Twas there I got acquainted wi' sweet Sally Munro.



I loved this young lassie as dear as my life;

It was my intention to make her my wife,

But though dearly I loved her, her parents said, "No"

Which caused me to mourn for young Sally Munro.



I unto this lassie a letter did send,

It was by a comrade whom I thought a friend,

But instead of a friend he proved to me a foe

For he never gave the letter to my Sally Munro.



He told her old parents to beware of me:

He said I had a wife in my own country.

Then said her old parents: "Since we've found it so,

He never shall enjoy his sweet Sally Munro."



I said if she'd come to Urie with me,

In spite of her parents there married we'd be.

She said: "No objections have I there to go,

If you only prove constant to Sally Munro."



"Here is my hand, love, and here is my heart;

Till death separate us we never shall part."

Next day in a coach we to Urie did go,

And there I got married to young Sally Munro.



It was at Newry Point the ship Newry lay

With four hundred passengers ready for sea.

We both paid our passage to Quebec also;

'Twas there I embarked wi' my Sally Munro.



On the fourteenth of April our ship did set sail

And hove down the Channel with a sweet pleasant gale

The parting of friends caused some salt tears to flow,

But I was quite happy wi' my Sally Munro.



When dreading no danger we met with a shock

When all of a sudden our ship struck a rock.

Three hundred and sixty went all down below,

And in among the number I lost Sally Munro.



Many a man on that voyage lost his life

And children they loved far dearer than life,

Yet I was preserved and my salt tears do flow.

Oh I mourn when I mind on my Sally Munro.



It was from her parents I stole her away,

Which will check my conscience till my dying day,

But she said: "No objections have I now to go",

And now I'll keep sighing for Sally Munro.



Note: The Newry was wrecked in the Llewn Peninsula, N. Wales, in

April, 1830.

from the Oxford Book of Sea Songs, Palmer

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