The only one for me

My love she is far sweeter

Than any flower that blows,

Her little ear's a lily

Her velvet cheek a rose;

Her locks like gillygowans

Hang golden to her knee.

Of all the girls in Ireland,

She's the only one for me.

Her eyes are fond forget-me-nots,

And no such snow is seen

Upon the heaving hawthorn bush

As crests her bodice green.

The thrushes when she's talking

Sit listening on the tree,

Oh were I King of Ireland,

She's the only Queen for me.