Lanty Leary
by Samuel Lover

Bold Lanty was in love, you see, with lively Rosie Carey,
But her father wouldn't give the girl to slippery Lanty Leary;
Come on for fun, says she, we'll run,
My father's so contrairy,
Won't you follow me where'er I be? I will, says Lanty  Leary.

One day her father died on her, and not from drinking water,
House, land, and cash he left, they say, by will to Rose his daughter,
Come on for fun, says she, we'll run
To a place more bright and airy,
Won't you follow me where'er I be? More than ever now, says Leary.

But Rose herself was taken ill and each day worse was growing,
And Lanty dear, says she, I fear into my grave I'm going;
You can't survive, says she, nor thrive
Without your Rosie Carey
Won't you follow me where'er I be? I'll not, says Lanty Leary.