From the slated house by the bohreen
She left never more to be seen
Going back in time twenty five years or so
And this is a long time ago
A woman of great beauty to behold
Even nowadays she would not be that old
In her mid forties maybe
Though time does tick on ceaselessly
The pride of the old country town
Her shoulder length hair wavy and brown
Her eyes blue as the ripened sloe
Though time does become beauty's foe
She may be a grandmother today
And with brown hair dye cover her gray
Or as childless and single did she stay?
Only know she went to live far away
From the slated house by the bohreen
Where she was never more to be seen
Going back twenty five years or so
And this is a long time ago.
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