Paroles de Irish Linen

Met a girl in Lenningrad, she wasn't bad and I might add I found it such a pleasure to be near her, just to hear her call my name. She was so fair, and she wore Irish linen in her hair. She lived in the valley wide, a country ride from my side. I spent most of my time thinking of her. How I loved her, such a shame. I'm not there to touch the Irish linen in her hair. Irish linen, memories not bad, green and red make me sad. Irish linen, I would be so glad, green and red, I could have had her for my own.