by Arthur Stringer

Arthur Stringer

There are wimmen's faces, lad,
That are wind and fire,
Shtirrin' up the whole world,
Wakin' ould desire!

And there's other wimmen, faith,
Calm and shtill through all,
Shtickin' to their wan love
Till the hivens fall!

Wan's as foine as hell fire;
Wan's as thrue as life!
Wan ye'll leave and weep for,
And wan ye'll take as wife!

Last updated January 14, 2019