My Beauty of Limerick

My Beauty of Limerick - Connie Foley

I sing of my loved one

An idol to me

Although we are parted

To the dark rolling sea

My thoughts hadly wander

To Erin's green shore

Where dwells my sweet polling

Of vourneen asthore

By the side of the brooklet

A clear running stream

I fancy I see her

My cushla machree

For there's no girl fairer

Or lovelier than she

My beauty of Limerick

Acushla machree

Sure don't I remember

The promise I gave

I'd go back to old Ireland

When money I'd save

A wee bit of ribbon

She took from her hair

No king owns a jewel

More precious or rare

In the morn when I wakened

I press to my heart

My colleen's last gift

With it never shall I part

It comes from the fairest

The loveliest to me

My beauty of Limerick

Acushla machree