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She's tall and slender, both young and tender ;
She's modest, mild, and she's all sublime; For education in Erin's nation
There's none to equal this nymph divine; I wish to gain her, but can't obtain her,
I'd fondly court her, but yet I'm loath, Lest I should tease her or once displease her,
Sweet Hannah Healy, the pride of Howth.
At seventeen this maid serene
My heart attracted, I must allow-; I thought her surely a goddess purely,
Or some bright angel, in truth I vow; Since that I languish, my mind's in anguish,
A deep decline it has curbed my growth; None can relieve me, then you can believe me,
But Hannah Healy, the pride of Howth.
In all Olympus I'm sure no nymph is,
To equal her that I do admire; Her lovely features surpasses nature ;
Alas, they set my poor heart on fire; She exceeds Flora, or bright Aurora,
Or beauteous Venus from the briny froth;— I am captivated—I do repeat it —
By Hannah Healy, the pride of Howth.
Each lovely morning young men keep swarming
To view this charmer taking the air; She's so enchanting, they all are panting
To gain her favor, I do declare; But still they're fearful, and no way cheerful,
The greatest hero you'll find him loath, Nor dare entreat her or supplicate her,
So bright an angel is the pride of Howth. |
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