There is a Irish Lass I know
One thats as fresh as a new winter snow
With eyes that sparkle in the moon light
A face so beautiful and bright
Hair the color of the evening sun
I rush to her when days work is done
Sometimes sassy and sometimes bold
A marvelous woman to behold
Lady friend lover in everyway
I could gaze on her all the long day
This Irish Lass I know so well
Fills my heart with love makes it swell
So caring so knowing this sweet Irish dove
Who stole my heart and whom I love