Sweet lass of Millstreet Town
In your dress of green
With tresses of nut brown
You look a beauty queen.
With sparkling eyes of blue
And skin so soft and white
As pure and fresh as morning dew
After a summer's night.
Your fault young pretty maid
Is that you are far too shy
There's no need to feel afraid
Of people such as I.
If we happen to meet
You blush and turn your head away
It happened on the street
When I met you yesterday.
Females like you are rare
None so beautiful or shy
If others were so fair
They would hold their heads up high.
You're the darling of Millstreet
And you're loved by all the Millstreet boys
And you've got the whole world at your feet
You with the beautiful blue eyes.
And if some day you should choose husband
Hope the lucky man is me
As one could travel through Ireland
And yet not meet so fair as thee.
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