Air—“The Lass that wears Green.”
ONE night in my youth as I rov'd with my merry pipe,
List'ning the echoes that rang to the tune,
I met Kitty More, with her two lips so cherry ripe;
“Phelim,” says she, “give us Eileen Aroon !”
Dear Kitty, says I, thou'rt so charmingly free
Now, if thou wilt deign thy sweet voice to the measure,
Twill make all the echoes run giddy with pleasure,
For none in fair Erin can sing it like thee.
My chanter I plied, with my heart beating gaily,
I pip'd up the strain, while so sweetly she sang ;
The soft melting melody fill'd all the valley,
The green woods around us in harmony rang.
Methought that she verily charmed up the moon !
And now as I wander in village or city,
When good people call for some favourite ditty,
I give them sweet Kitty, and Eileen Aroon.
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