by Alfred Perceval Graves (1846 - 1931)
The only one for me
Language: English
My love she is far sweeter Than any flower that blows, Her little ear's a lily Her velvet cheek a rose; Her locks like gillygowans Hang golden to her knee. Of all the girls in Ireland, She's the only one for me. Her eyes are fond forget-me-nots, And no such snow is seen Upon the heaving hawthorn bush As crests her bodice green. The thrushes when she's talking Sit listening on the tree, Oh were I King of Ireland, She's the only Queen for me.
Authorship:
- by Alfred Perceval Graves (1846 - 1931) [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Charles Villiers Stanford, Sir (1852 - 1924), "The only one for me", op. 76 no. 2, published 1901 [voice and piano], from Songs of Erin, no. 2, London, Boosey [text verified 1 time]
Researcher for this page: Mike Pearson
This text was added to the website: 2016-09-13
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