Shirley Levine

There's a Donegal girl
Has my heart all awhirl
Sure and all, she's a darlin'
Colleen, far fairer she be
Than the rose of Tralee
There's none like my Shirley Levine

From Dublin to Derry
To Cork and to Kerry
No fairer Colleen has been seen
Ah, faith, and begorra
When she dances the hora
There's none like my Shirley Levine

There's many a miss
Give you many a kiss
And it's tooral iooral iay
But none like my girl
Just one kiss from my Shirl
Forget tooral iooral
It's oy vay oy vay

Oh, I've raised pints of porter
To toast Levine's daughter
In pub and in snug and shebeen
I drink to her honor
Each day's rosh hashanah
When I'm with my Shirley Levine

Ach, no other maid'll
Be spinnin' my dreidel
No, none like my Shirley Levine