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Come all you tender hearted chaps, I hope you'll lend an ear
And likewise pay attention to those few lines I have here
It's all in praise of a pretty maid I'm going to use my quill
She's the blooming Rose of Antrim and the Flower of Corby's Mill
It was on the first of June, my boys, I was going to the Fair
I met this pretty fair maid, she was combing down her hair
And as I gazed upon her my heart with joy did fill
She's the blooming Rose of Antrim and the Flower of Corby's Mill
It was all for recreation I went to the fair that day
I didn't intend to tarry until I reached McMullen's Brae
But meeting with some comrades as I arrived there
They kindly saluted me, saying, You're welcome to the fair
We went into Mrs Butler's, it's there we did sit down
The jugs of punch came tumbling and the toasts went merrily round
The silver it was plenty and we drank with a right good will
And we toasted a glass to the bonny wee lass that works in Corby's Mill
Now this fair maid to make mention I will not name her name
Her parents might be angry and I myself to blame
She's a mill girl to her trade and she's got the best of skill
She's the blooming Rose of Antrim and the Flower of Corby's Mill
I have travelled this country o'er and o'er, and part of England too
I've travelled Scotland far and near, believe me, friends, it's true
I've travelled this country o'er and o'er, crossed many a hollow and hill
But equal yet I have never met of the Flower of Corby's Mill
(as sung by Kevin Mitchell)