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Errin's a spot famous for greenery
But we do not match with her scenery
We're not so green we can make hay with you
Says the colleen, I'll get away with you
Ah, now, stop your philandering
You can't capture the rogue
She's heard your blarney from Clare to Killarney
The dear little girl with a bit of a brogue
Soft are her eyes, sweet is the speech of her
Still if you're wise, keep out of reach of her
She can beguile each mother's son of you
Sure all the while she's making fun of you
Ah, now, stop your philandering
You can't capture the rogue
She's heard your blarney from Clare to Killarney
The dear little girl with a bit of a brogue
Chase her in vain, she'll have the start of you
Leaving a pain right at the heart of you
Wind fast and free, she's carried on with you
Merry, says she, I'll be gone with you
Ah, now, stop your philandering
You can't capture the rogue
She's heard your blarney from Clare to Killarney
The dear little girl with a bit of a brogue