| My rose of Old Erin my Kathleen mo mhuirnín
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| Your eyes they could light many mantles of love
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| For there in your eyes is the dew of the morning
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| You’ve taken the light from the sky high above
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| You’ve captured the blue from the violets empty
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| You’ve borrowed your smile from the sun in the sky
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| For you are a rogue and your thievings extensive
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| You had stolen my heart with your true Irish Eyes
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| Irish eyes were smiling
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| Irish eyes beguiling
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| Eyes that gleam with love my dear
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| Could light the skies above
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| Eyes of heavens splendour
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| Eyes so warm and tender
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| Brighter sparks than all of the stars
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| Are those Irish eyes of love
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| Eyes of heavens splendour
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| Eyes so warm and tender
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| Brighter sparks than all of the stars
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| Are those Irish eyes of love
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| Of the flowers of the forest there are none to compare to
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| The flower that has captured my heart in this way
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| For there in your smile so warm and so tender
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| You’ve taken the heart from the flowers in May
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| You’ve captured the blue from the bluebells in springtime
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| You’ve borrowed your blush from the Rose in the briar
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| For you are a rogue and your thievings extensive
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| You had stolen my heart with your true Irish Eyes
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| Irish eyes were smiling
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| Irish eyes beguiling
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| Eyes that gleam with love my dear
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| Could light the skies above
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| Eyes of heavens splendour
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| Eyes so warm and tender
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| Brighter sparks than all of the stars
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| Are those Irish eyes of love
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| Eyes of heavens splendour
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| Eyes so warm and tender
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| Brighter sparks than all of the stars
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| Are those Irish eyes of love |