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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 183 |
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No more, my dearest Margaret,—
Sing the " Colleen Dhas " no more;
For her father and her mother loved her more
than any other, And her parting grieves them sore. You have been to pleasant Meath, and to rich
Fingal beneath, And homeward you are going to the west; Tell us all the country news, the merriest you can
choose, To pleasure the old couple we love best.
I have been to pleasant Meath, and to rich
Fingal beneath, And homeward I am going to the west; I will tell the country news, the merriest I can
choose, To pleasure the old couple we love best. Your Mary has come home—your loved and
loving one, And here she comes to tell you all the rest! Now, Patrick, fill your glass, while I sing the
" Colleen £>/ias," With a welcome home to Mary, you love best! |
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