My Black Haired Love

My blackhaired love, my dear, dear, dear
Our kiss re-opens Christ's wounds here;
But close your mouth, don't spread the word:
We offend the Gospels with our love
You plague the local belles, my sweet,
They attempt to coax you with deceit
But you'd prefer my lonely kiss
You hugging me to bring to bliss
Lay your head my dear, dear, dear,
Lay your head on my breast here;
I'll close my mouth no detail break –
For I'd deny the Gospels for your sake.
I deny the Gospels for your sake.
A cheann dubh dilis dilis dilis (My blackhaired love, my dear, dear, dear)