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SNOWY BREASTED PEARL There's Collen fair as May for a year and for a day I have sought by every way her heart to gain. There's no art of tongue or eye, fond youths with maidens try But I've tried with ceaseless sighs yet tried in vain If to France or far off to Spain she'd cross the watery main To see her face again the seas I'd brave For if 'tis heavens decree that mine she may not be May the Son of Mary me in mercy save Oh thou blooming milk-white dove, To whom I've given true love, Do not ever reprove my constancy; There are maidens would be mine, with wealth in land or kine, If my heart would but incline to turn from thee; But a kiss with welcome bland, and a touch of thy fair hand, Are all that I demand would'st thou not spurn, For if not mine dear girl, oh snowy breasted pearl, May I never from the fair with life return From Soodlum's selection of Irish ballads @Irish @love filename[ SNOWBRST TUNE FILE: SNOWBRST CLICK TO PLAY TP OCT98 |
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