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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 13 |
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Och hone! but why should I spake
Of your forehead and eyes
When your nose it defies Paddy Blake, the schoolmaster, to put it in rhyme ? Though there's one Burke, he says, that would call it snublime.
And then for your cheek !
Throth, 'twould take him a week Its beauties to tell, as he'd rather.
Then your lips ! oh, machree !
In their beautiful glow,
They patthern might be
For the cherries to grow. 'Twas an apple that tempted our mother, we know, For apples were scarce, I suppose long ago;
But at this time 0' day,
'Pon my conscience I'll say Such cherries might tempt a man's father !
Och hone ! weirasthru / I'm alone in this world without you.
Och hone ! by the man in the moon,
You tase me all ways
That a woman can plaze, For you dance twice as high with that thief, Pat
Magee, As when you take share of a jig, dear, with me,
Though the piper I bate,
For fear the owld chate Wouldn't play you your favorite tune;
And when you're at mass
My devotion you crass,
For 'tis thinking of you
I am, Molly Carew, |
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