Irish Peasant's Love Song

And does the sun

Smile in y'r hair

And is there pale rose

In your soft fair

Cheek; and your eyes

Do they shine

Like Venus-stars

In heaven's blue;

And your lips

Are they red

Red as red can be,

And do they laugh

As I used to see;

And is your breast

Quite still and calm,

Or is it like a

Troubled tarn, that

Falls and swells

To meet the storm

A-rumbling in the fells:

And is your body

Soft and white

And y'r soul

Is it for me

This night?