Terence's Farewell to KathleenOh my Kathleen you're going to leave meAll alone by myself in this place But I'm sure that you'll never deceive me Oh no if there's love in that face Though England's a beautiful country Full of elegant boys and what then You'll never forget your poor Terence You'll come back to old Ireland again 'Tis folly to keep you from going Though faith 'tis a might hard case For Kathleen you know there's no knowing When next I may see your sweet face And when you come back to me Kathleen Not the better shall I be off then You'll be speaking such beautiful English Oh I won't know my Kathleen again Oh now where's the need of this hurry Don't fluster me so in this way I forgot twist 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 blessings go with you Every inch of the way that you go. |