My Sarah
GARY MOORE, PHILIP PARRIS LYNOTT
Captain's hair
Shone softly in the sun
Rode on his best mare
To Sarah
Schoolboy eyes
Would stare in innocent fun
Never told no lies,
He loved Sarah
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Whispered by a bramble,
Carried by a brook
To every fishers hook,
"Sarah"
Fragrant fields
Playing croquet in the sun
Nothing appeals
Like Sarah
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