Her freckles pop out so free and simple
And introduce one to her darling dimple
An from within shines that hint of spice
Showing dancing Irish eyes that entice
Many will race after this wild Irish prize
Entranced with one look into those eyes
Her fresh spirit just spilling over with life
In hopes they can catch her for their wife
Now's the time to woo and pursue her
An hide her Irish beauty from any other
Cuz she'll be chased o'er hill and dale
Not encumbered with even a facial veil
An Irish lad must surely win out in the end
To become this colleen's lover and friend
Whispering promises upon the irish sod
Ready to take on this lovely lightning rod
By the Irish Warlock
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