TheEnglishLass©2024TonyFallon423
The first time I met her she was a pretty teenage lass
She was coming from first and I going to second mass
I had to admire as she headed in my direction
In that twenty seconds or so she passed my inspection
I said hello to the lovely lass meaning her no harm
I assumed she was the daughter at the new Murphy farm
I was the local country lad she was of English stock
And she looked so lovely that day in her gay floral frock
It not only enhanced her lovely face but her full form
Springtime was in the morning air and it was getting warm
I had to admire her lovely smile and her gloveless hands
As I cycled my way to second mass with racing glands
The next week went by so much slower than an old snails pace
All I had were many visions of that lovely girls face
I spent the whole week checking the week end weather forecasts
In case there would be heavy rain on Sunday for first mass
I would prefer it wasn't raining and she didn't wear a coat
Or so cold she would have to wear a scarf around her throat
The time was almost at hand when I would have to impress
The new English girl in the village with the lovely dress
I knew I had to work fast my future was now at stake
My thoughts of us never clicking were keeping me awake
Sunday morning the sun shone brightly and birds were singing
This could be a good kick start of a brand new beginning
I did not catch sight of her as I made my lonely ride
But when I finally saw her I very nearly cried
For she had gotten there early in a pony and trap
And walking her inside the church was a well dressed young chap
I felt my world collapse which really was ironic
We did not even meet so you couldn't call it platonic
I was now heartbroken I no longer had a heartthrob
So I headed to England and I quickly got a job
Some weeks later I got a letter signed by my mother
Telling me the lad with the girl was her older brother
So I guess you'd have to say I had a slim delusion
But much worse than that I had jumped to the wrong conclusion
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