Irish Linen

Met a girl in Lenningrad, she wasn't bad and I might add

I found it such a pleasure to be near her, just to hear

her call my name.

She was so fair, and she wore Irish linen in her hair.

She lived in the valley wide, a country ride from my

side.

I spent most of my time thinking of her. How I loved her,

such a shame.

I'm not there to touch the Irish linen in her hair.

Irish linen, memories not bad, green and red make me sad.

Irish linen, I would be so glad, green and red,

I could have had her for my own.