The Forlorn Hope (Hall)/Poems/The Blarney
THE BLARNEY.
Oh, when a young bachelor woos a young maid
Who's eager to go and yet willing to stay,
She sighs, and she blushes, and looks half afraid,
Yet loses no word that her lover can say;
What is it she hears but the blarney?
The blarney, the blarney,
Oh, a perilous thing is the blarney!
To all he has told us she gives no reply;
Or murmurs and whispers so gentle and low;
And though he has asked her, when nobody's by,
She dare not say "Yes," and she cannot say "No."
She knows what she hears is the blarney,
The blarney, the blarney,
Oh! a perilous thing is the blarney!
But people get used to a perilous thing,
And fancy the sweet words of lovers are true;
So, let all their blarney be pass'd through a ring;
The charm will prevent all the ill it can do;
And maids have no fear of the blarney,
The blarney, the blarney,
Or the peril that lies in the blarney!