Ireland's Green Shore

One evening for pleasure I rambled On the banks of some cold purling stream I set down on a bed of primroses And I gently fell into a dream I dreamt that I saw a fair female Her equal I never saw before And I sighed for the laws of our country As we stray there on Ireland?s green shore Her cheeks were like two bloomin? roses Her teeth were like ivory so white Her eyes shone like two sparkling diamonds Or the stars on some cold frosty night She was dressed in the richist attire And green was the mantle she wore All bound down with the hemlocks and the roses As we stray there on Ireland?s green shore Transgression of joy I awoken I found this was only a dream That pretty fair female had fled me I longed to be slumbering again May the heavens above be her guardian Though I know I?ll never see her anymore May the goldliest sunbeam shine upon her As she lies sleeping on Ireland?s green shore One evening for pleasure I rambled On the banks of some cold purling stream I set down on a bed of primroses And I gently fell into a dream --- Ireland's Green Shore - Tim O'Brien