Proinnsias

Proinnsias

Pretty Lizzie Geever

I wrote this song for the golden wedding anniversary of Tom Teatum and Lizzie Geever, in 1980. What has prompted me to put it on my verse-blog today? I have just come across Eddie Jo'es Open Farm, which happens to be in LisMulgee, the place mentioned in the song. The site includes a picture of the whinny hill.

Pretty Lizzie Geever, will
You come for a walk with me?
I'll show you all the wonderful
Sights of Lismulgee.

She says she won't.
I know she will
Walk with me
Down the whinny hill.
I know her lips
My lips will touch
Under the bole-tree bush.

Lismulgee's an enchanted place,
A genuine fairy-land.
To feel the magic of its ground,
Come with me, holding hands.

She says she won't.
I know she will
Walk with me
Down the whinny hill.
I know her lips
My lips will touch
Under the bole-tree bush.

The bole-tree bush bears a white, lace gown,
And yellow blooms the whin.
I'll hold her gently in my arms
And kiss her once again.

She says she won't.
I know she will
Walk with me
Down the whinny hill.
I know her lips
My lips will touch
Under the bole-tree bush.

The fairies dance around the fort
In riotous ecstacy,
Their ancient joy awakened by
The love twixt Liz and me.

She says she won't.
I know she will
Walk with me
Down the whinny hill.
I know her lips
My lips will touch
Under the bole-tree bush.

Pretty Lizzie Geever, will
You come for a walk with me.
I'll show you all the wonderful
Sights of Lismulgee.

She says she won't.
I know she will
Walk with me
Down the whinny hill.
I know her lips
My lips will touch
Under the bole-tree bush.

She says she won't.
I know she will
Walk with me
Down the whinny hill.
I know her lips
My lips will touch
Under the bole-tree bush.

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