RISE up William Riley, and come along with me, I mean to go with you and leave this country; O leave thy father's dwelling-houses and free land, Away goes William Riley, and his dear Colinband. O'er hills and mountains along the lonesome lane; Thro' groves and vallies bad company to refrain, Her father he pursu'd them with a well chosen band, Taken was poor Riley with his dear Colinband. Home she was taken, and in her closet bound, Riley he was taken, and Sligo jail he found; All the toil and slavery I am willing now to stand, Still hoping to be sav'd by my dear Colinband. Now I am in cold irons, my hands and feet are bound, Handcuffed like a robber and chained to the ground, But all the toil and slavery I am willing now to stand, Still hoping to be sav'd by my dear Colinband. Down came the goaler's son, and to William did say, Rise up you William Riley, you must appear this day To feel 'squire Fowler's anger, quiet you must stand, In hopes to be sav'd by your dear Colinband. 'Twas but last night I heard these words of thee, That the lady's oath would hang or set you free; If that be so, said Riley, her pleasure I will stand, In hopes to be sav'd by my dear Colinband. Ye gentlemen of the jury, with pity look on me, This rascal came among us to disgrace my family; The impudence of this inferior I am fit to stand, If I dont see satisfaction I will leave this Irish land. The lady she spoke out, with tears replied she, The fault is none of Riley's, the blame is all on me; I forc'd him to leave this place and go along with me, I love him out of measure which proves our destiny. Out spoke noble Fox, at the table he stood by, Ye gentlemen of the jury look at this extremity; To hang a man for love, is it not murder you see, To take the life of Riley, should he leave the country. Good, my Lord, he stole her jewels and her rings, Her gold watch, her silver buckles, & many precious things, Which cost me bright guineas more than 500 pound, And all these things they were on Riley found. Good my Lord, I gave them as a token of true love, And when that we were parting he will no more remove; If you have them Riley, pray send them home to me, I will my lovely lady, with many thanks to thee. There's one ring with them that yourself may wear, With thirty locks of diamond well set in silver fair: There's a token of true love, put on your right hand, That you're mine, and my heart is broke, when you're in some foreign land. Out spoke noble Fox you may let the prisoner go, The lady's oath is clear, the jury all may know, She has releas'd her own true love, has renew'd his name, For her honor great, might gain estate as ever rose to fame.

The Sailor Boy.

THE sea was calm, the sky serene, And gently blew the eastern gale; When Anna seated on a rock, Watch'd the Lovina's less'ning sail. To heaven she thus her prayer address'd: Thou who can'st save or can'st destroy, From each surrounding danger guard, My much lov'd little sailor boy. When tempests o'er the ocean howl, And even sailors shrink with dread, Be some protecting angel near, To hover round my William's head; He was belov'd by all the plain, His father's pride, his mother's joy, Then safely to their arms restore Their much lov'd little sailor boy.