There's a verse to a song called Bold O'Donahue which goes like this:

I wish my love was a red red rose growing on yon garden wall/ And me to be a dew drop and upon her brow I'd fall./ Perhaps then she might think of me as a rather heavy dew,/ And no more she'd love the handsome lad that they call O'Donahue.

Sounds like a parody of the song above, to me.

JB

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