So my Kathleen you're going to leave me,|
All alone by myself in this place.
But I'm sure that you'll never decieve me,
Oh no, if there's truth in that face.
Tho' Englands a beautiful country,
Full of elegant boys on one hand.
You'd never forget your poor Terrance,
You'll come back to old Ireland again.
2. It's folly to keep you from going,|
Though faith, tis a mighty hard case.
For Kathleen you know there's no knowing,
Wwhen next I may see your sweet face.
And when you come back to me Kathleen,
None the better shall I be off then.
You'll be speaking such beautiful English,
Oh, I won't know my Kathleen again.
3. Oh now, where's the need of this hurry?|
Don't fluster me so in this way!
I forgot twixt my grief and the flurry,
Every word I was meaning to say.
Just wait now a minute I beg you.
Can I talk if you bother me so?
Oh Kathleen my blessing go with you,
Every inch of the way that you go.
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