Out of the wonderful nowhere,
Into the lowly here;
Laughing and loving and lithesome,
And radiating cheer.
Twin rose-buds o’ Killarney hue —
Fragrant and fresh and fair —
And eyes of blue, wide-gazed and true,
And tawny yellow hair.
And smiles as sweet as any meet
In pleasant paths above:
And golden laughter that echoes after,
To finger the chords of love.
Two wee buds o’ Killarney hue
That beckon and beguile —
And‘ neath your spell we're learning well
There is something still worth while.
Though drab days break and drab thoughts wake
O'er fields of sleet and snow,
There's sunshine rare just everywhere —
For you have taught us so.