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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 399 |
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Her form resembled fair Venus,
That amorous Cyprian queen; She's the charming young sapling of Erin,
As she gracefully trips on the green ; She's tall, and her form it is graceful,
Her features are killing also; She's a charming, accomplished young maiden,
This beautiful dame of Cloghroe.
Fair Juno, Minerva, or Helen,
Could not vie with this juvenile dame; Hibernian swains are bewailing,
And anxious to know her dear name. She's tender, she's tall, and she's stately,
Her complexion much whiter than snow; She outrivals all maidens completely,
This lovely young maid of Cloghroe.
At Coachfort, at Dripsey, and Blarney
This lovely young maid is admired; The bucks, at the Lakes of Killarney,
With the fame of her beauty are fired. Her image, I think, is before me,
And present wherever I go; Sweet, charming young maid, I adore thee,
Thou beautiful nymph of Cloghroe.
Now aid me, ye country grammarians !
Your learned assistance I claim, To know the bright name of this fair one—
This charming young damsel of fame. Two mutes and a liquid united,
Ingeniously placed in a row, Spell part of the name of this phoenix,
This beautiful maid of Cloghroe. |
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