And, darling, that something’s yourself.
Mavourneen, mavourneen,
And that something, you know, is yourself.
You’re smiling, and that’s a good sign, darling;
Say “Yes,” and you’ll never repent;
Or, if you would rather be silent,
Your silence I’ll take for consent.
That good-natured dimple’s a tell-tale,
Now all that I have is your own,
This week you may be Kitty Tyrrell,