Met a girl in Leningrad
She wasn't bad, and I might add
I found it such a pleasure to be near her
Just to hear her call my name
She was so fair
She wore Irish linen in her hair
She lived in the valley wide
A country ride, from my side
I spent most of my time thinking of her
How I loved her, such a shame
I'm not there
To touch the Irish linen in her hair
Irish linen
Memories not bad
Green and red make me sad
Irish linen
I would be so glad
Green and red
I could have had her for my own
Met a girl in Leningrad
She wasn't bad, and I might add
I found it such a pleasure to be near her
Just to hear her call my name
She was so fair
She wore Irish linen in her hair
Irish linen
Memories not bad
Green and red make me sad
Irish linen
I would be so glad
Green and red
I could have had her for my own