To Ladies' Eyes
To Ladies' Eyes | |
Thomas Moore, from Irish Melodies, vol. 7
| To Ladies' eyes a round, boy, |: We can't refuse, :| Though bright eyes so abound, boy, |: 'Tis hard to choose, :| For thick as stars that lighten |: Yon airy bowers, :| The countless eyes that brighten |: This earth of ours, :| Chorus: But fill the cup - where'er, boy, |: Our choice may fall, :| We're sure to find Love there, boy, |: So drink them all! :| | 2. Some looks there are so holy, |: They seem but given, :| As shining beacons, solely, |: To light to heaven, :| While some - oh! ne'er believe them |: With tempting ray, :| Would lead us (God forgive them!) |: The other way. :| Chorus:
3. In some, as in a mirror, |