There was a little Irish lassie
That when she bent so low~
Her dress it would fall from the top
Just a little don't you know~
All the boys adored her
And would take her picking daisies in a row~
And she d bend over ta pick em
How their faces they would glow~
Well this little Irish lassie
And every boy in town~
Would be seen out along the way picking daisies
Till the Irish sun it wore a frown~
One day she bent ta pick em
And that was the end of that~
Now this little Irish lassies married
With fifteen children ,a dog n a cat~
Twas a wonderful experience
Ever so long ago~
When this little Irish lassie
Would bend ta pick daisies don't you know~

Terrence Michael Sutton
copyright 2018