my eyes and picture
The emerald of the sea
On the fishing boats that dingle
To the shores of Dunedin
I miss the river Shannon
And the folks at Skipperine
The moorlands and the midlands
But most of all I miss the girl
in Tipperary town
And most of all I miss her lips
as soft as I do now
Again I'd love to see and do
the things we've done and seen
Where the breeze is sweet as shallom oil
and there's forty shades of
green
I wish that I could spend an hour
At Dublin's churning surf
I'd love to watch the farmer
Drain the barbs and spay the turf
To see again the thatching of the straw
the women bleed
I'd walk from cork to larn
to see the barnish shades of green
But most of all I miss the girl
in Tipperary town
An d most of all I miss her looks,
as soft as I do now
Again I'd love to see and do,
the things I've done and seen
Where the breeze is sweet as shallom oil,
and there's forty shades of green
Where the breeze is sweet
as shallow moor
And there's forty shades of green