by Alfred Perceval Graves (1846 - 1931)

The only one for me
Language: English 
My love she is far sweeter
Than any flower that blows,
Her little ear's a lily
Her velvet cheek a rose;
Her locks like gillygowans
Hang golden to her knee.
Of all the girls in Ireland,
She's the only one for me.

Her eyes are fond forget-me-nots,
And no such snow is seen
Upon the heaving hawthorn bush
As crests her bodice green.
The thrushes when she's talking
Sit listening on the tree,
Oh were I King of Ireland,
She's the only Queen for me.

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Researcher for this text: Mike Pearson

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