Explore "Songs of The Glens of Antrim" by Moira O´Neill on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
Sure a terrible time I was out o' the way, / Over the sea, over the sea, / Till I come back to Ireland one sunny day, -- / Betther for me, betther for me / The first time me foot got the feel o' the ground / I was sthrollin' along in an Irish city, / That hasn't its aquil the world around / For the air that is sweet an' the girls that are pretty.
Light on their feet now they passed me an' sped, / Give you me word, give you me word, / Every girl wid a turn o' the head / Just like a bird, just like a bird; / An' the lashes so thick round their beautiful eyes / Shinin' to tell you it's fair time o' day wid them, / Back in me heart wid a kind o' surprise / I think how the Irish girls has the way wid them!