Irish Love

I knew you were
On a mission,
My fair lass,
When I saw you,
With a spring in your step,
Skipping across the meadow grass,
For I saw him waiting there,
In the field of heather,
In his pantaloons,
And in his hat,
A bright red feather.

I did not mean to spy on you,
Fair Bonnie Lass,
But I, myself, on a mission,
Saw you pass,
When on the way to Galway
To meet the prettiest girl
In all the land of Eire
With eyes as blue
As the Irish sky,
And the most beautiful golden hair.

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