Classic Poem

Of Richmond hill and Hampton green,
The maids have long been sung;
But one more charming here is seen,
The Munster maids among;
This lovely fair whose auburne hair,
Loose flowing in the gale,
More love imparts than Cupid's darts,
Sweet lass of Munster vale.

No costly gems this maid adorn,
Devoid of art's her mein,
And blooming as the rosy morn,
She moves love's second queen:
E'en cestus aid in vain wou'd plead,
And rosy hue look pale,
Her cheeks out blush carnation's flush,
Sweet lass of Munster Vale

Tho' fragrant blooms sweet Hampton's rose,
And Richmond's wants a thorn;
More sweets her bosom can disclose
Than Hybla's hills adorn:
Her jet-black eyes, I far more prize
Than Tempe's flow'ry dale;
Ambrosia tips her coral lips,
Sweet lass of Munster vale.

Let nobles boast of titles bold,
And giddy Fortune's smile;
Intrinsic worth can here unfold
What Fortune's gifts beguile:
Content and ease, with wish to please,
Sweet smiles that never fail,
Such wealth will bless him who'll possess
This Lass of Munster vale.