 | Ballads of Irish chivalry |  |
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MY IRISH GIRL.
I
My Irish girl is young and fairWith lightsome eyes of blue,
With guileless heart and modest air,
And lips of red rose hue.
I met my love the plains above,
Amid the hills so free,
And evermore think o'er and o'er
The vows she made to me.
II
I think within my lonely room—I think of Mary dear,
Till sunny bloom lights up the gloom,
And she seems smiling near.
My heart's dear pearl, my Irish girl,
Thy words so fond to me,
Have filled my breast with visions blest,
And deathless love for thee.
III
Beside me stands the lonely chairWhere thou didst sit that night,
With loving air and face as fair,
And eyes like wells of light;
That seat so lone, than golden throne
Is far more dear to me,
For in my dream by firelight gleam
Thy form still there I see.
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IV
Oh! fond, oh! fond my heart doth beat,And wild with dear delight,
When I think on the kisses sweet
You gave to me that night.
My heart's dear pearl, my Irish girl,
Love shines full constantly—
Howe'er it burn, a fond return
It meets, my love, from thee!
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