MY IRISH COLLEEN.
Copyright, 1891, by Frank Harding.
Words and Music by Tony Farrell Arranged by Wm. Loraine.
There are moments of sweet recollection,
There's a love that entrances the soul;
There's a colleen built out of affection,
With eyes black as Kilkenny coal.
In visions of beauty I see her fair face,
The purest, the brightest ere seen;
No emblem of Ireland so dear to my heart,
As Celia, my Irish colleen.
No flower in creation is fairer, as pure and as loyal as a queen;
No angel in heaven in grace could surpass fair Celia, my Irish colleen
I have watched her with deep admiration,
I have knelt night and day at her Blirine;
Not a vestige of false affectation
has Celia, my colleen divine.
No grandeur on earth would entice me to part
With her whom I hail as my queen;
The form that's imbedded quite deep in my heart
Is Celia, my Irish colleen.- Chorus.