Sure a terrible time I was out o' the way, Over the sea, over the sea, Till I come back to Ireland one sunny day, Betther for me, betther for me. The first time me foot got the feel o' the ground I was strollin' along in an Irish city, That hasn't its aquil the world around For the air that is sweet an' the girls that are pretty. Light on their feet now they pass'd me an' sped, Give ye me word, give ye me word, Every girl wid a turn o' the head Just like a bird, just like a bird; An' the lashes so thick round their beautiful eyes Shinin' to tell you it's fair time o' day wid them, Back in my heart wid a kind o' surprise I think how the Irish girls has the way wid them! Och man alive! But it's little ye know That never was there, never was there. Look where ye like for them, long may ye go - What do I care? What do I care? Plenty as blackberries where will ye find Rare pretty girls not by two nor by three o' them? Only just there where they grow, d'ye mind Still like the blackberries, more than ye see o' them. Long, long away an' no matther how far, 'Tis the girls that I miss, the girls that I miss: Women are round ye wherever ye are Not worth a kiss, not worth a kiss. Over in Ireland many's the one - Well do I know, that has nothin' to say wid them - Sweeter than anythin' undher the sun. Och, 'tis the Irish girls has the way wid them!
- by Agnes Shakespeare Higginson (1864 - 1955), as Moira O'Neill [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
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- by Charles Villiers Stanford, Sir (1852 - 1924), "The Sailor Man", op. 174 no. 2, from Six Songs from "The Glens of Antrim", no. 2. [text verified 1 time]
Researcher for this text: Ted Perry
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