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Sep 2020 · 64
Irish Rose
C Patrick Terry Sep 2020
A lass in bows
A smile she shows
The prettiest from Londonberry to Dover
She had a freckled nose
And she wiggled her bare toes
In the Irish clover

She struck a pose
On her tippy-toes
An’ comes a dancin’ over
And all I knows
Is I plucked that Irish Rose
In that Irish clover

So we grow’d a home
From the Irish loam
She was strong and fertile

And so it goes
Time she flows
No longer am I a rover
She tends my woeses
Like I tends all my Irish roses
Growin’ in my Irish clover
C Patrick Terry Sep 2020
Well the moon’s got t’wearin’ ‘er halo
But an angel she ain’t t’night
She wears black velvet when the day goes
And diamonds scattered, sparklin’ bright

Yon nimbus portends a bleak story
Temp’ture’s gonna go way low
The crops might a’ready be hoary
From the tender seed we did sow

There’s gonna be a haaaaar-hahaaaar-arrrr-hahaaaaard
There’s gonna be a hard frost t’night
There’s gonna be a haaaaar-hahaaaar-arrrr-hahaaaaard
There’s gonna be a hard frost t’night

Pa broke his back on the tract’r lever
His sons never came back from the war
And Ma ain’t recovered from The Fever
So the daughters ain’t virgins n’more

Ain’t no one gonna make an early harvest
T’will be a miracle a thing survives the night
What’s only left is to pray our hardest
Waiting for the glow of warm daylight

There’s gonna be a haaaaar-hahaaaar-arrrr-hahaaaaard
There’s gonna be a hard frost t’night
There’s gonna be a haaaaar-hahaaaar-arrrr-hahaaaaard
There’s gonna be a hard frost t’night

— The End —