MACUSHLA
Reading edition
Your lips are fair beguilin’ As they sing a happy tune, Your eyes are always smilin’ Like the sunny skies in June. Your hair all bright and shinin’ Is made of fairy gold, It sets my heart a-pinin’ To own its wealth untold. But oh! your love, Macushla, Your love so fond and true, ’Twas God above, Macushla, Made the Irish heart of you!