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. |