| lyric | 1. My love's an arbutus. By the borders of Lene.
So slender and shapely, In her girdle of green,
And I measure the pleasure, Of her eye’s sapphire sheen
By the blue slies that sparkle. Through that soft branching.
2. But though ruddy the berry and snowy the flower,
That brighten together the arbutus bower,
Perfuming and blooming through sunshine and shower,
Give me her bright lips and her laugh’s pearly dower.
3. Alas! fruit and blossom shall lie dead on the lea,
And time’s jealous fingers dim your young charms, Machree,
But unranging, unchanging you'll still cling to me,
Like the evergreen leaf to the arbutus tree. |