American Old Time Song Lyrics: 09 The Irish Colleen
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 9
THE IRISH COLLEEN.
Show me a sight
Bates for delight
An ould Irish wheel wid a young Irish girl at it,
Oh, no!
Nothing you'll show,
Aquals her sittin' and takin' a twirl at it.
Look at her there-
Night in her hair,
The blue ray of day from her eye laughin' out on us!
Faix, an' a foot,
Perfect in cut,
Peepin' to put an end to all doubt in us.
That there's a sight
Bates for delight
An ould Irish wheel wid a young Irish girl at it,
Oh. no!
Nothin' you'll show,
Aquals her sittin' and takin' a twirl at it,
See! the lamb's wool
Turn course an' dull
By them soft, beautiful, weeshy, white hands of her;
Down goes her heel,
Rouu' runs the wheel,
Purr in' wid pleasure to take the commands of her.
Talk of Three Fates,
Seated on sates,
Spinnin' and shearin' away till they've done for me;
You may want three
For your massacree,
But one fate for me, boys, and only the one for me.
And isn't that fate
Pictured complate-
An ould Irish wheel wid a young Irish girl at it?
Oh, no!
Nothing you'll show,
Aquals her sittin' and takin' a twirl at it.