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ST. PATRICK BLESSED HER EYES
I trembled sore, forninst her door
For she's a woman now,
I looked at her white prideful chin,
And at her queenly brow,
But, sure, for all the haughty
(The thorn that rose belies!)
I caught her in my arms and found
St. Patrick blessed her eyes!
For she's a woman now,
I looked at her white prideful chin,
And at her queenly brow,
But, sure, for all the haughty
(The thorn that rose belies!)
I caught her in my arms and found
St. Patrick blessed her eyes!
