There was a young lady who came here from Tralee. Her shoes were emerald green and she was fancy as could be.
Her coat of golden thread matched the color of her hair. Men would all raise up to offer her their chair.
Her skirt was Kelly green trimmed with velvet bands. Truly nothing could compare to the softness of her hands.
A smile so sweet and kind she'd take your breath away. If she'd grace you with a kiss your mind would be in disarray. |