from Len Wallace lwallace@mnsi.net SNOWY-BREASTED PEARL There's a colleen fair as May For a year and for a day, I have sought with every way Her heart to gain. There's no art of tongue or eye Fond youths with maidens try Nut I've tried with ceaseless sigh, Yet tried in vain. If to France or far off Spain She'd cross the watery Main To see her face again The seas I'd brave And if 'tis heaven's decree That mine she way not be May the Son of Mary me in mercy save. Of, thou blooming milk white dove To whom I've given true love Do not ever thus reprove my constancy. There are maidens woud be mine With wealth in land and kine If my heart would but incline To turn from thee. But a kiss and welcome bland And touch of thy fair hand Is all that I demand Would'st thou not spurn. For if not mine, dear girl Oh, sonwy-breasted pearl, May I never from the fair with life return. Words written by George Petrie
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