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But for Ireland, I’d Not Tell Her Name Songtext
von Meg Davis

But for Ireland, I’d Not Tell Her Name Songtext

Last eve as I wandered quiet near
To the borders of my little farm
Oh a beautiful maiden appeared
Whose loveliness caused my hearts harm

By her daring and love smitten sour
And the words from her sweet lips that came
To meet her I raced the field o′er
But for Ireland I'd not tell her name

If this beauty but my words would heed
Oh the words that I speak would be true
I would help her in every need
And indeed all her work I would do


To win one fond kiss from my love
I′d read her romances of fame
Her champion I daily would prove
But for Ireland I'd not tell her name

There's a beautiful stately young maid
At the nearing of my little farm
She is welcoming kind unafraid
Her smile is both childlike and warm

Her gold hair in masses that grows
Like amber and sheen is that same
And the bloom in her cheeks like the rose
But for Ireland I′d not tell her name

Last eve as I wandered quiet near
To the borders of my little farm
Oh a beautiful maiden appeared
Whose loveliness caused my hearts harm


By her daring and love smitten sour
And the words from her sweet lips that came
To meet her I raced the field o′er
But for Ireland I'd not tell her name

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