IRISH DANCER by Carol Creswell 2 2014

A LOVELY LASS WITH CHARMIN’ SMILE

BEGUILED THE SON OF PADDY

SHE CAST HER GAZE AND IN A HAZE

HE BLUSHED, THIS FRESH YOUNG LADDIE.

HE WATCHED HER FLASHIN’ FEET PERFORM

THE OLD, SWEET IRISH DANCES

AND IN A SEC HIS HEART WAS HERS

AS SHE SENT LURING GLANCES

HE DOWNED HIS PINT OF BITTERS AND

DECLARIN’ HIS LOVE TO ‘ER

HE DREW HER OUTSIDE NEATH THE MOON

AND VOWED THAT HE’D  PURSUE  ‘ER

SHE LAUGHED AND SCOFFED AND RIDICULED

BECAUSE HE WAS SO POOR

AND FLED HIS ARMS AND DANCED AWAY

UPON THE SPECKLED MOOR.

HIS ANGER WAS A WHITE-HOT HEAT

HE CHASED AND KILLED HIS  LURE

SHE DIED IN ALL HER FINERY

UPON THE DARKENED MOOR.

AND STILL, TIS SAID, THAT PADDY’S SON

WALKS SORROWIN’ NEATH THE MOON

AND COLLEEN GAILY RUNS AWAY

HER LAUGHTER ‘S CALLING CROON.

HARK! HEAR THE WHISPERS IN THE WIND!

THE LOON NEARBY IS CALLING

THE HEATHER WAVES ITS TENDRILLED LEAVES

THE CLOUDS SCUD  --RAIN STARTS FALLING.

THE ANGELS, THEY ARE WEEPING SO

BECAUSE OF SUCH DISASTER

FOR HEAVEN DENIED THE IRISH BOY

THE COMFORT OF ITS PASTURE.