THE CAVAN GIRL

OH fair are Ireland’s daughters, with their laughter loving eyes,
Their wit a constant quantity, their love a sweet surprise;
And of all girls that walk this earth with glowing form or smile,
The fairest is the Cavan girl, the queen o’ the Emerald Isle.
Her heavy tresses are blue-black, her eyes, a violet blue;
You look far down into their depths; in turn, they look you through.
Men come and go; the seasons change; fortune may smile, and pass,
Her love endures while life endures; such is the Cavan lass.
No drunkenness nor coarse abuse can make that love abate,
Her love for once is love for aye, and cannot turn to hate.
Oh, leeze me on the Cavan girl, with eyes o’ the violet shade,
And blue-black hair; and take who will the light haired Saxon maid.