 | From the Land of Dreams |  |
MAUREEN
I
Oh! you plant the pain in my heart with your wistful eyesGirl of my choice, Maureen!
Will you drive me mad for the kisses your shy sweet mouth denies,
Maureen!
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II
Like a walking ghost I am when I come to woo,White Rose of the West, Maureen;
For it's pale you are, and the fear that's on you is over me too,
Maureen!
III
Sure it's one complaint that's on us asthore, this day,Bride of my dreams, Maureen!
The smart of the bee that stung us its honey must cure they say,
Maureen!
IV
I'll coax the light to your eyes, and the rose to your face,Mavourneen, my own Maureen,
When I feel the warmth of your breast, and your nest is my arms' embrace,
Maureen!
V
Oh! who was the King of the World that day only me,My one true love, Maureen?
And you the Queen with me there, and your throne in my heart, machree,
Maureen!
| From the Land of Dreams | |