Oh! Patricia, my darlin', Patricia. I can see all my dreams in your eyes. Your smile is as gay as a bright summer day. You're much fairer than Erin's blue skies Oh! Patricia, my lovely, Patricia
dances naked in my soul and sleep won't come. And it's no use to pray these prayers to Notre dame. Tell, who'd be the first to raise his hand and throw a stone. I'd hang him high and laugh to see him die
