Girl of Dunloe Gap

GIRL OF DUNLOE GAP She in her father's jaunting car, an eyefull sight to see, with smoky blond and flowing hair she smiled as if, 'twas just for me. And how she stole my heart away when first we locked our eyes, all Irish eyes, and I should say she made my heart to realize I'd been for much too long alone her eyes, they promised me, here is the love I'd never known, the way a love is meant to be. I watched them disappear into, the Gap of Dunloe's road, I'd see this sight, again, I knew, the jaunting car--its precious load. And when we wed in summer rain the world was at my feet, now mine but less of all the pain, that made my life so incomplete. © Ron Arbuthnot