The Queen of Ardnaree

The Queen of Ardnaree

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ARRAH, Laurie, my boy, you have nothing to fear,

You’ll get plenty of colleens if you are sincere;

You speak of Killala and the queen of the town,

With her sparkling eyes and her hair a nut brown.

I know of a maiden far sweeter than she,

Who lives in a cottage in old Ardnaree.

Her dowry consists of a sweet, smiling face

That no paint or powder will ever disgrace;

No jewels, no diamonds does this colleen wear,

No silk, no satin nor perms in her hair.

She’s youthful in bloom, only one score and three

And she lives in a cottage in old Ardnaree.

And now, Laurie dear, ’twould be my greatest joy,

To see you united to the pride of the Moy;

And on that fair hillside in your snug little cot

That a King or a Queen might envy your lot;

And all your life long, sure its happy you’ll be

With this pretty maiden in old Ardnaree.

                               Miss Taken

                           Ardnaree.