For Ireland I'd Not Tell Her Name

Last eve as I wandered quiet near
 To the border's of my little farm
 A beautiful maiden appeared
 Whose loveliness caused my heart's harm
 By her daring and love smitten sour
 And the words from her sweet lips that came
 To meet her I raced the field o'er
 But for Ireland I'd not tell her name
 If this beauty but my words would heed
 The words that I speak would be true
 I'd help her in every need
 And indeed all her work I would do
 To win one fond kiss from my love
 I'd read her romances of fame
 Her champion I daily would prove
 But for Ireland I'd not tell her name
 There's a beautiful stately young maid
 At the nearing of my little farm
 She's welcoming kind unafraid
 Her smile is both childlike and warm
 Her gold hair in masses that grows
 Like amber and sheen is that same
 And the bloom in her cheeks like the rose
 But for Ireland I'd not tell her name