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You may be a robust Irish lassie
From the green ancestral isle,
Yet even if you're not
You share the prettiest smile.
You might have the longest raven hair
And eyes of sparkling blue,
But if your cheeks never have that rosy glow
I'd still say you're pretty cute.
You might know that Irish genes
Flow strongly in your veins,
Yet, whatever kith and kin you hail
I'll like you just the same.
You might use the brogue from far a field
With a lilt from Ireland's shores
But no matter what accent you may croon
I'll love you all the more.
~*~
Soft
Whispers to you from
"When
Irish Eyes Are Smiling"
There's a tear in your
eye, and I'm wondering why,
For it never should be there at all.
With such power in your smile, sure a stone
you'd beguile,
So there's never a teardrop should fall.
When your sweet lilting laughter's like some
fairy song,
And your eyes twinkle bright as can be,
You should laugh all the while and all other
times smile,
And now smile a smile for me.
When Irish eyes are
smiling
Sure it's like a morning spring.
In the lilt of Irish laughter,
You can hear the angels sing.
When Irish hearts are happy,
All the world seems bright and gay.
And when Irish eyes are smiling,
Sure, they steal your heart away.
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