‘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 […]

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‘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 […]

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‘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 […]

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‘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, […]

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