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That Old Irish Mother of Mine - Connie Foley
In my mind there's a beautiful picture
That someone engraved on my heart
When I was a wee little laddy
On that island they call the Old Dart
It's a picture that God gave to me
Of my daddy's acushla macree
In her eyes there's the dew of Killarney
On her cheeks there's the rose of Kildare
On her lips just a wee bit of Blarney
And the snow of Athlone in her hair
On a St Patrick's morn
She was cradled and born
In her smile there's a light that's divine
She's as sweet as the day
She stole Dad's heart away
That old Irish mother of mine
It was always good luck
And God bless you
Whenever she bate you goodbye
For a poor broken heart
That's love hungry
There's a bright cheery smiling her eyes
When you gaze on that picture you see
She's a mother and sweetheart to me
In her eyes there's the dew of Killarney
On her cheeks there's the rose of Kildare
On her lips just a wee bit of Blarney
And the snow of Athlone in her hair
On a St Patrick's morn
She was cradled and born
In her smile there's a light that's divine
She's as sweet as the day
She stole Dad's heart away
That old Irish mother of mine
