My Little Maureen Oh my love is as soft as the down on the breast of a swan Aye and sweeter by far than the honey that comes from the bees I'm happier still than the singing of birds on the wing Oh my sweet one, my treasure, my little Maureen Machrie Oh her eyes are the stars that shine in the black of the sky And her cheeks are as soft as petals that come from the rose And happy would I be forever beside her to lie And God in his heaven forgive me for loving her so When the greyness of winter gives way to the colors of spring When the sea stops its fury and wee birds are starting to build Then I'll go with my Maureen when blackthorns are blooming And the summer's green meadows we'll gather the flowers of the hills recorded by Irish Rovers SOF
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