There's a colleen fair as May For a year and for a day I have sought by ev'ry way Her heart to gain. There's no art of tongue or eye Fond youths with maidens try, But I've tried with ceaseless sigh, Yet tried in vain.

If to far-off France or Spain She crossed the raging main, Her face to see again The seas I'd brave. But if 'tis Heaven's decree That mine she may not be, May the Son of Mary me In mercy save.

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