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