Brighidin Ban Mo Store Lyrics - Singles - Andy M. Stewart

I am a wand'ring minstrel man, 

And Love my only theme, 

I've stray'd beside the pleasant Bann, 

And eke the Shannon's stream; 

I've pip'd and play'd to wife and maid 

By Barrow, Suir, and Nore, 

But never met a maiden yet 

Like Brighidin Ban Mo Store. 

My girl hath ringlets rich and rare, 

By Nature's fingers wove - 

Loch-Carra's swan is not so fair 

As her breast of love; 

And when she moves, in Sunday sheen, 

Beyond our cottage door, 

I'd scorn the high-born Saxon queen 

For Brighidin Ban Mo Store. 

It is not that thy smile is sweet, 

And soft thy voice of song - 

It is not that thou fleest to meet 

My comings lone and long; 

But that doth rest beneath thy breast, 

A heart of purest core, 

Whose pulse is known to me alone, 

My Brighidin Ban Mo Store!