Put your head, darling, darling, darling,
Your darling black head my heart above;
O mouth of honey, with thyme for fragrance,
Who, with heart in breast, could deny you love?
O many and many a young girl for me is pining,
Letting her locks of gold to the cold wind free,
For me, the foremost of our gay young fellows;
But I'd leave a hundred, pure love, for thee!
Then put your head, darling, darling, darling,
Your darling black head my heart above;
O mouth of honey, with thyme for fragrance,
Who, with heart in breast, could deny you love?
Cean Dubh Deelish
Sir Samuel Ferguson
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Poem topics: I love you, girl, wind, cold, pure, gold, young, honey, mouth, black, heart, I miss you, head, love, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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