The Merry Wives Of Windsor - The Dear Irish Boy lyrics

My Conner, his cheeks are as ruddy as the morning, The brightest of pearls do not outshine his teeth, While nature with ringlets his mild brow adorning, His hair Cupid's bow strings, and roses his breath. Smiling, beguiling, cheering, endearing, Together how oft o'er the mountain we strayed, With each other delighted and fondly united, I have listened all day to my dear Irish boy. No roebuck more swift could fly over the mountains, No veteran met more dangers or scars, He's sightly, he's sprightly, he's clear as the fountain, His eyes beamed with love, oh! he's gone to the wars. Smiling, beguiling, cheering, endearing, Together how oft o'er the mountain we strayed, With each other delighted and fondly united, I have listened all day to my dear Irish boy. The soft, tuning lark, his notes change to mourning, The dark, screaming owl now impedes my night's sleep, While lonely I walk in the shade of t*ie evening, Till my Conner's returns I will ne'er cease to weep. Smiling, beguiling, cheering, endearing, Together how oft o'er the mountain we strayed, With each other delighted and fondly united, I have listened all day to my dear Irish boy. The war is all o'er, and he's not returning, I fear that some envious plot has been laid, Or that some cruel maid has him so captivated, He will never return to his dear Irish maid. Smiling, beguiling, cheering, endearing, Together how oft o'er the mountain we strayed, By each other delighted and fondly united, I have listened all day to my dear Irish boy.