Irish Lass

I want to go across the sea to Dublin. Immediately is when my journey must begin. There is a pretty Irish lass waiting for me there. She has cool blue eyes and lovely red hair. Here in the states, I miss her all the while. The lady waits for my return to the Emerald Isle. My woman is really a great beauty to see. She gets me higher than a shot of Irish whiskey. I want to book my Aer Lingus flight. Over the ocean is where I will fly overnight. I will arrive at Dublin’s airport before sunrise. I cannot wait to gaze into those blue eyes. I want to hug and kiss her, and take her by the hand. Big 747, I am in a hurry to get to Ireland.