American Old Time Song Lyrics: 61 My Dear Little Irish Colleen

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 61

My Dear Little Irish Colleen.
Copyright. 1898, by Hamilton S.
Words by Edward O'Donnell.
Music by Geo. T. Goldthwaite.

When wild flowers 'wake from their slumbers,
And shake the bright dew from each breast,
And robin pours forth his sweet numbers.
-To mate tucked away in her nest;
What form noiseless trips o'er the clover,
With step and with grace of a queen.
The neighbors all know her and love her.
My dear little Irish colleen.

Refrain.
My dear Irish colleen, she's my life and my queen;
As she steps o'er the green she enriches its sheen,
Her voice is as sweet as a thrush's.
And innocence peeps thro' her blushes,
As homeward she sweeps o'er the rushes,
My dear little Irish colleen.

She hums an old song in her hurry,
A linnet takes up the refrain;
The whole feathered tribe in a flurry.
Bid welcome again and again;
With cheeks like the morning as rosy,
And dimples and laughter between.
And lips that might anger a nosy.
Responds the dear Irish colleen.- Ref.

Each land in its maidens takes pleasure.
And each deems its own most supreme;
But oh, how the Celt's heart doth treasure
His darling of youth's virgin dream;
Again when night flees 'fore the morrow,
She trips lightly down the boreen.
And blackbird and thrush music borrow
Once more from an Irish colleen.-Ref.