Parson wasn’t fread to say He made his speech jist dat wah, An’ when he’s thru, he wiped his brow, An’ the congergation moaned liker cow On picnic day.
Den de boat pulled into land, Parson madum understand Anybody not actin rite Will walk de water back home to-night, Dis am er church picnic day.
If your name is Mc or O’Maley Come and shake hands with me, That’s the brand killarney gives Before sending us over the sea. No words I can speak To hold more true And to show I’m an Irishman thru and thru, Than those that are blending To the Irish minds Sure Mc or O’Maley Is just the time.
Sure this is an Irishman’s way, Though to you it may seem odd; But the land they are from is a paradise Blessed by the greenest of sod. This makes me proud Sure to be, And to meet an Irishman Just like me. Then we can tell of the lakes and dells And the beautiful shamrock bordered shores.
Oh! the beautiful morning sun That shineth on the mistic dew, It sparkles different colors Once your eyes would do this, too.
Early in the spring Beneath the veranda grew A lonely little violet, And it brought our love anew The days that we were parted.
My heart was ever true, I shall always love this violet, This violet and you. I’ll pluck this little fellow, And to you I’ll tenderly give.
It’s a token of our reunion, May our love always live. Though life could give no sweeter, too, Than this violet, this violet, and you.
And I shall hold in memory This violet, purple and green, For returning life’s happiness To me, that’s what it means. Though my love it blew and blew, Rack to this violet, this violet, and you.
I’m slow to anger when trouble comes, For this is just my build, And to hurt the feelings of another Is usually against my will.
Around me at twilight shadows fall, From the beautiful heavens is a childish call. That has haunted me for years and years, Through my bitter sighs and salty tears, It’s Olegria, my little unseen.
Ah! there’s my little darling one To pay me a visit, at the setting of the sun. Be seated here love, on the green sod, You’re a little blessing from our own God, Olegria, my little unseen.
Now listen to the dream, of daddy’s golden hour, But awakened from his slumber by the down twinkling shower. Then I tried to stroke your beautiful brown hair, But the breath of a moment banished you into the air, ’Twas farewell Olegria, my little unseen.