My Irish Colleen

Irish Colleen, Irish Colleen, You should be wearing the green; There's no one like you, dear, I know at first sight here That you were my Irish Colleen.

Dearie, O dearie, my dearie, You look as sweet as a fairie; Your eyes have the gleam O the sun's gentle beam On the Emerald Isle, Irish Colleen.

I'm in love with you, Irish Colleen, With your dark hair and blue eyes. I ween That I'm safe in your tether; And we'll wear green together If you'll only say "yes," dear Colleen.