Here I be caught my pretty one
With shamrock love for thee,
Oh come nigh, kiss me lovely lass
'Tis burstin' fro' the heart o' me.
Donn'a leave me here no more a wilin'
Beguilin' wit yer smiles,
You know I love thee ought so well
Come, walk wit' me awhile.
Then stay, I pray wit me fo' aye
Be mine, oh sweet and tender lass,
God knows, wit' all me heart I shall be thine
I couldn'a love thee more nor less.
Soft StPaddy whispers from
Derry's Heart Poems © 2009
Poetry From The Heart
Enraptured I Gaze, when my Dear one is by,
And drink the sweetness of love from her eye;
I feel the soft passion pervade ev'ry part,
And pleasures unusual play round my fond heart.
I hear her sweet voice, and am charm'd with her song,
I think I could hear her sweet voice all day long;
My senses enchanted are lost in delight
When love and soft music their rapture unite.
Beyond all expression my Dear one I love;
My heart is so fix'd that it never can rove;
When I see her I think 'tis an angel I see,
And the charms of her mind are a heav'n to me.
~Francis Hopkinson 1737-1791~