What color are yer eyes, me lass?
She whispered, Kelly Green.
They had the darndest sparkle in em,
with a twinkle so serene.

Their brillance lit me Irish heart
and lulled me Celtic soul.
Ne're I've seen a brighter pair
a treasure to behold.

The grass upon me Emerald Isle,
lacks luster by compare.
To wish the rainbow had such charm,
tis a shamrock pure and fair.

Just I and me shillelagh
with back of bent and bow,
dare ponder all the gold on earth,
not worth those eyes aglow.

Ay! In me spry and younger day,
when I but not a care,
could conjure up such pleasing thoughts,
tis truly just unfair.

Should you see this bonnie lass,
in passing Downey Street,
don't get yer kilt up-in-a-roar,
she's also got big feet.