TWO SONGS REWRITTEN FOR THE TUNE'S SAKE
 
 I
 My Paistin Finn is my sole desire,
 And I am shrunken to skin and bone,
 For all my heart has had for its hire
 Is what I can whistle alone and alone.
 Oro, oro.!
 Tomorrow night I will break down the door.
 What is the good of a man and he
 Alone and alone, with a speckled shin?
 I would that I drank with my love on my knee
 Between two barrels at the inn.
 Oro, oro.!>1
 To-morrow night I will break down the door.
 Alone and alone nine nights I lay
 Between two bushes under the rain;
 I thought to have whistled her down that
 I whistled and whistled and whistled in vain.
 Oro, oro!
 To-morrow night I will break down the door.
 
 II
 I would that I were an old beggar
 Rolling a blind pearl eye,
 For he cannot see my lady
 Go gallivanting by;
 A dreary, dreepy beggar
 Without a friend on the earth
 But a thieving rascally cur –
 O a beggar blind from his birth;
 Or anything else but a rhymer
 Without a thing in his head
 But rhymes for a beautiful lady,
 He rhyming alone in his bed.