Jim - when you're quite finished fantasising about The Masses, could you tell me what you know about a song called My Blue Eyed Mountain Queen?

Was in the merry month of may when the fields were fresh and green
I we forced to leave my native home me age being scarce sixteen
And when I parted with my lass her loving tears were seen
In troubled mind I left behind my blue eyed mountain queen

Farewell to Glenbay's green clad hills and her lovely mountain streams
Where the sun arose and through the gloom poured forth her brilliant beams
Was grand to stand beneath the view bound round wi' laurels green
In meadow's gay I spent my days with my blue eyed mountain queen

Me Father he's a fisherman he ploughs the raging sea
Me Mother's dead seven long years, sleeps cold beneath the clay
Me brothers aye me sisters four I regard them with esteem
But little they know that I weep full sore, for my blue eyed mountain queen

God speed the ship across the deep that brings my love to me
A wind to fill her pleasant sails as she goes ower the sea
Her ensign bright does wave about it's of the emerald green
And on it's breast it bears the crest of my blue eyed mountain queen

To hear it sung go the Shibboleth page & click on the 2nd song.