In the fine tradition of love, found and lost, The County Leitrim Queen:
Her hair was like the sun-kissed gold
Her cheeks a lily hue
No prayer or chisel, brooch or pen
Could express my colleen dubh
The beauty she possessed was rare
Her affection ne’er I seen
In the love that mirrored from the eyes
Of my County Leitrim queen
If you don’t know about Thistleradio, it’s a great way to hear a broad range of Celtic music, new and old, modern and traditional. I’d heard an instrumental version of this tune there and went looking to see what it was about.
