Now while oft I’ve been wandering, sad and alone,
I’ve just dreamed, dreamed, dreamed
Of a pair of blue eyes that delightfully shone, and how grand they seem’d!
They would stare at me, glare at me, try to console, and what could I do?
When at times they would look into my very soul and say: “I love you.”
The girl I’ll call my sweetheart must have eyes of Irish blue,
And her cheeks must blush like roses fondly kiss’d by morning dew.
She must vow to love me truly,
And love old Ireland too;
For the girl I’ll call my sweetheart must look like you.
All around me they now cast their sweet magic spell under moon or sun,
And I’m longing my story of true love to tell to the only one.
Sure, today such a beautiful vision I’ve seen of a sweet colleen;
I believe that I soon will be claiming the hand of my Fairy queen.
Sullivan, Dan J. and Olcott, Chauncey, "Girl I'll Call My Sweetheart Must Look Like You" (1911). Historic Sheet Music Collection. 1370.
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