Add to ORKGVERSE 1I have wandered around, but I never have foundThe heart that was meant for me.Still I ought to have known that in Ireland alone,The mate to my heart must be.The name in my dreams has been Mary,So wonderf’ly tender and true.And this small little gloveSeems a token of love.And my dreams have all started anew. CHORUSI love the name of Mary,Gentle and sweet nor airyTender as e’er a fairyJust as trueAnd from my hearts glad singing,And from the hopes there springingFuture days are bringingAnd you too Mary. VERSE 2This small glove seems to be, but a challenge to meTo enter the race for loveAnd to search brave and bold like the warriors of oldThe hand that can wear this glove.\It seems like a tale from the fairiesOf love in the good days of ...