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IRISH MELODIES. |
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TO LADIES' EYES.
To Ladies' eyes around, boy,
We can't refuse, we can't refuse, Tho' bright eyes so abound, boy,
'Tis hard to choose, 'tis hard to choose. For thick as stars that lighten
Yon airy bow'rs, yon airy bow'rs. The countless eyes that brighten
This earth of ours, this earth of ours. But fill the cup — where'er, boy,
Our choice may fall, our choice may fall, We're sure to find'Love there, boy,
So drink them all! so drink them all!
Some looks there are so holy,
They seem but giv'n, they seem but giv'n, As shining beacons, solely,
To light to heav'n, to light to heav'n. While some — oh! ne'er believe them —
With tempting ray, with tempting ray, Would lead us (God forgive them!)
The other way, the other way. But fill the cup—where'er, boy,
Our choice may fall, our choice may fall, We're sure to find Love there, boy,
So drink them all! so drink them all!
In some as in a mirror,
Love seems pourtray'd, Love seems pourtray'd, But shun the flattering error,
'Tis but his shade, 'tis but his shade. |
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