Mary O'mara - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
MARY O'MARA. By Samuel Lover. 
Mary O'Mara, I think that I see thee, Still blooming and young. Crown'd with a beauty as dazzlingly beaming As poet e'er sung. Lovers deep-sighing, All emulous vying Thy love to secure; While 'twas mine to adore. And my lot to deplore-For thy minstrel was poor, Mary O'Mara. 
Mary O'Mara, the lordly O'Hara Might make thee his own, For his lineage was high, while the light of thine eye Might have challeng'd a throne! If his love rise To the worth of the prize He hath captur'd in thee, Then a homage is thine That a saint in her shrine Scarcely deeper may see, Mary O'Mara, 
Mary O'Mara, I think that I hear thee, With voice like a bell, So silver sweet ringing, the minstrelsy singing Of him who lov'd well; Of him who, still loving And hopelessly roving In regions afar, Still thinks of the time That he wove the sweet rhyme To his heart's brightest star-Mary O'Mara,