The Red Piper's Melody

Where is my Owen, where is my true Love,
O saw ye the shepherd that's dearest to me?
Where art thou wand'ring come haste to my view Love,
O art thou not eager thy Mary to see?
Long long does he tarry ah surely some new Love
Detains o'er the mountains my Owen from me
But swains do not grieve me, still kindly deceive me,
And answer thy Owen is constant to thee.

Fain would I think so, sad when we parted
Appear'd the dear shepherd with tears in his eyes;
Pale was his cheek too, but many have smarted
From treachery hidden in true love's disguise.
For men 'tis most certain were ever false hearted,
And those who adore them alas they despise!
But O! do not grieve me still kindly deceive me,
And tell me that Owen for Mary still sighs.

Heav'ns, who comes yonder? Ah 'tis my Owen,
And smiling he hastens his Mary to greet!
His tender impatience each eager step shewing,
To which my fond heart gives an answering beat,
Now foolish tears wherefore, why thus are ye flowing,
My Owen will fancy I grieve when we meet—
No, he'll never leave me, nor ever deceive me
O! heaven, those kind glances! my joy is compleat.