The Travels of Harry Newell

In Later English Broadside Ballads, edited by John Holloway & Joan Black (London: Routledge & Kegan Paul, 1975), appears the following song text (No 88 in the collection):

A New Song, Called Harry Newell
When I came to this town,
They called me Harry Newell,
Now they've changed my name,
And they call me the raking Jewel.
Fal lal, etc.

They put me to bed,
Thinking I was weary:
Sleep I could get none,
For thinking of my deary.

All the night awake,
All the day am weary:
Sleep I can get none,
When I think of my deary.

Her cheeks are ruby-red,
Her lips are like a cherry;
Her eyes as black as a sloe,
And her hair as brown as a berry.

She is a lovely lass,
She has my heart in keeping:
When I go to bed,
She hinders me from sleeping.

I'll send my love a letter,
And I will entreat her:
In Belfast-town with speed,
I will be sure to meet her.

Down by the Ropery,
All thro' mud and mire;
Down by Hampster-Place,
There liv'd my heart's desire.

She was a beauty bright,
There's no one can excell her;
She was my heart's delight,
I know not what befel her.