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  • Last eve as I wandered quiet near
    To the border's of my little farm
    A beautiful maiden appeared
    Whose loveliness caused my heart's 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
    The words that I speak would be true
    I'd 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's 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
  • [00:18.608]Last eve as I wandered quiet near
    [00:25.610]To the border's of my little farm
    [00:33.355]A beautiful maiden appeared
    [00:40.625]Whose loveliness caused my heart's harm
    [00:47.366]
    [00:55.300]By her daring and love smitten sour
    [01:02.803]And the words from her sweet lips that came
    [01:10.048]To meet her I raced the field o'er
    [01:17.051]But for Ireland I'd not tell her name
    [01:18.034]
    [01:25.048]If this beauty but my words would heed
    [01:32.543]The words that I speak would be true
    [01:40.976]I'd help her in every need
    [01:42.486]And indeed all her work I would do
    [01:45.233]
    [01:47.228]To win one fond kiss from my love
    [01:54.492]I'd read her romances of fame
    [02:01.478]Her champion I daily would prove
    [02:08.978]But for Ireland I'd not tell her name
    [02:16.221]
    [02:31.482]There's a beautiful stately young maid
    [02:38.726]At the nearing of my little farm
    [02:46.222]She's welcoming kind unafraid
    [02:53.223]Her smile is both childlike and warm
    [03:00.472]
    [03:01.222]Her gold hair in masses that grows
    [03:07.969]Like amber and sheen is that same
    [03:15.473]And the bloom in her cheeks like the rose
    [03:22.723]But for Ireland I'd not tell her name