| lyric | 1. Have you ever been in love, me boys
did you ever feel the pain?
I'd sooner be in jail myself,
Than to be in love again.
For the the girl I loved was beautiful
I'll have you all to know
And I met her in the garden
Where the praties grow
2. Says I, ’My pretty Kathleen,
I’m tired of single life,
And if‘you’ve no objection, sure,
I’ll make you my sweet wife.’
She answered me right modestly,
And curtsied very low,
’0 you’re welcome to the garden
Where the praties grow.’
3. Says I, ’My pretty Kathleen,
I do hope that you’ll agree.’
She was not like your city girls
Who say you’re making free;
Says she, ’I’ll ax my parents,
And tomorrow I’ll let you know,
If you’ll meet me in the garden
Where the praties grow.’ |