Lassie O'mine
FRED BOWLES, EDWARD J WALT
I love a lassie as fair as can be
And she dwells were the blue grass grows
Far in old ireland she's waiting for me
She's a lassie that ev'ry one knows
Day is dying and night is near
Only one sweet voice I hear
And I hear her calling
Soft and low
Tis a lassie who loves me so
Day is dying and night is near
Only one sweet voice I hear
And I hear her calling
Soft and low
Tis a lassie who loves me so