Classic Poem

The maids of Ould Ireland
Of evergreen Erin
They burn like a firebrand
Your eyesight & hearin
If you look on them light man
They'l drive you quite crazy
Their eyes are so bright man
Their gait is so aisy
Oh the maids of Ould Ireland are fairest & brightest
Their faces the fairest their footsteps the lightest.

2

Wi their pots and their kettles
I'm at home quite a croney
If their tongue's sting like nettles
Their bosoms are honey
Oh the tight Irish lasses
Are sweet pretty cratures
Their beauty surpasses
Inanimate natures
Of flowers and such like. The maidens soft whispers
Are sweets at eve tide repeating their vespers.

3

Oh the girls o' Ould Ireland
The young Irish women
Burn your eyes like a firebrand
They're so bright & bloomin
They're sweet pretty craturs
All crushing together
I the land o' the taters
Like a fire in cold weather
Then here's to Young women o Erin so green
I wish them all happy & wed at fifteen.