The Major's Daughter

Radio Record, Volume III, Issue 41, 24 April 1930, Page 24

The Major's Daughter

Lhere was Spring in the air and blue skies above When to Dublin Town he brought her, And half the Regiment fell in love With the Major's youngest daughter. She had cars like shells from a sea-king’s cave And eyes as blue as the water. Dainty as foam on the crest of the wave ‘Was the Major’s youngest daughter. Shure, brown ‘was her hair as rocks on the hills, Nor heeded it wind nor weather ; And soft her voice as the rippling rills That laugh their way through the heather. Her teeth were white as the moonbeam stone, Her cheeks were brown as a berry. . Och, what could a man do when alone | With lips as red as a cherry? Her tongue was long as the road to Cork. I’ll wager ’twas not much shorterI heard of that kiss till, tired o’ the talk, I married the Major’s daughter.

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