And no wonder at all if they’ve maddened mine,
Those brown-eyed girls of Jersey!
Some day, when distant enough my track,
To the Land of the Free I shall wander back;
And if not too gray, both heart and hair,
To win the regard of a thing so fair,
I shall try the power of the blarney-stone
In making some darling girl my own:
Some darling girl, that still may be
Keeping all her beauty and grace for me,—