‘My Fair Irish Maid’ by Michael Walsh

‘My Fair Irish Maid’
by Michael Walsh

Ma Vourneen is language of,
A sweet land called Desire,
From glens of Donegal to Cork,
She sets the heart on fire,
There’s beauty in a colleen
Blue eyes and auburn hair,
Or hair in flame, or Saxon blonde,
Much more than heart can bear.
There’s a beauty in a colleen,
I cannot quite define,
There are many lovely women,
In a world of women wine,
The blush that lies upon your cheek,
Reveals your sweet caprice?
If I might kiss away your cares,
There might be sweet release.

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