My Dear Irish Boy
Source: Where The Linnets Sings (2026)
Location: Track 28
My Connor has cheeks, they’re as red as the roses,
The purest of pearls oh sure was his teeth,
While nature her ringlets his mild brow adorning,
His hair Cupid’s bowstrings, and he’s gone to the war.
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So it’s smiling, beguiling, it’s cheerin’, endearin’,
Together away o’er the mountains we strayed,
By each other delighting and fondly uniting,
I’ve waited by day here, his dear Irish maid.
For no rover more swifter could fly o’er the mountains,
Nor no veteran more bolder meet danger or scars,
For he’s lightly, he’s sprightly, he’s as clear as the fountains,
Aye his eyes twinkle love, oh! he’s gone to the war.
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Alas for the love we so wondrously cherished,
All faded the visions that filled us with joy,
Throughout these deep shadows of hope that are perished,
I wander alone for my dear Irish boy.
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Now the war it’s all over, and he’s not returning,
I’m afraid by my dying some plot has been laid,
Or some cruel goddess has his heart captivated,
And leaves me lamenting, his dear Irish maid.
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The soft tuneful lark, his notes changed to mourning,
The dark screaming owl impedes my night’s sleep,
While lonely I walk in the shade of the evening
Till my Connor’s return, I will ne’er cease to weep.
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