LILLY McNALLY McNAIR

Oh, a young girl who came from the banks of the Liffey once married a man from the Clyde,
And a year or so later both Dublin and Glasgow were bubblin' all over with pride,
For the shamrock and heather had fashioned together a flower both pretty and fair,
And the name of this beauty this Scots Irish beauty was Lily McNally McNair.

CHORUS:
Lilly McNally McNair, pride of the Clyde and the Liffey,
Lilly McNally McNair captured my heart in a jiffy.
No one is sweeter; sometimes when I meet her 'tis then I walk on air,
As down in the valley I'll dilly and dally with Lilly McNally McNair.

Oh, her eyes are as blue as the Lakes of Killarney and fresh as the wind from the south.
You'd know straight away there's a touch of the Blarney as soon as she opens her mouth.
She's as straight as a thistle without any bristle and no other girl can compare
With an air of rascality full of vitality, Lilly McNally McNair.

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