I know my love
I know my love by his way of walking,
And I know my love by his way of talking,
And I know my love by his suit of blue,
But if my love leaves me, what will I do?

Chorus: And yet she cries ‘ I love him the best’,
But a troubled mind sure can know no rest.
And yet she cries ‘Bonny boys are few,”
Yet if my love leaves me, what will I do?

There is a dance house in Mardyke,
And ‘tis there my dear love goes every night:
And he takes a strange girl all on his knee,
And don’t you think but it troubles me.

If my love knew I could wash and wring,
And if my love knew I could weave and spin,
I could make a suit all of the finest kind,
But the want of money, it leaves me behind.

 

I never will marry
I never will marry, I’ll be no man’s wife,
I intend to stay single, for the rest of my life.

One day as I rambled down by the sea shore,
The wind it did whistle and the waters did roar.

I heard a poor maiden make a pitiful cry,
She sounded so lonesome at the waters nearby.

I never will marry, I’ll be no man’s wife,
I intend to stay single, for the rest of my life.

The shells in the ocean will be my deathbed,
And the fish in the water swim over my head.

My love’s gone and left me, he’s the one I adore,
I never will see him, no never, no more.

She plunged her fair body in the water so deep,
She closed her pretty blue eyes in the water to sleep.

• I never will marry, I’ll be no man’s wife,
I intend to stay single for the rest of my life.

I'll take you home again, Kathleen
I’ll take you home again, Kathleen, across the ocean wild and wide,
to where your heart has ever been, since you were first my bonnie bride.
The roses all have left your cheek, I’ve watched them fade away and die;
Your voice is sad whene’er you speak, and tears bedim your loving eyes.

Chorus: Oh! I will take you back, Kathleen, to where your heart will feel no pain,
and when the fields are fresh and green, I’ll take you to your home again.

I know you love me, Kathleen dear, your heart was ever fond and true.
I always feel when you are near, that life holds nothing dear, but you.
The smiles that once you gave to me, I scarcely ever see them now;
Though many, many times I see, a dark’ning shadow on your brow.

To that dear home beyond the sea, my Kathleen shall again return.
And when thy old friends welcome thee, thy loving heart will cease to yearn.
Where laughs the little silver stream, beside your mother’s humble cot,
and brightest rays of sunshine gleam, there all your grief will be forgot.

I'm looking for a Four Leaf Clover
I’m looking over a four leaf clover
That I over-looked before.
One leaf is sunshine, the second is rain,
Third is the roses that grows in the lane.
No need explaining the one remaining
Is somebody I adore.
I’m looking over a four leaf clover
That I lover-looked before!

 

It's a great day for the Irish
It’s a great day for the Irish,
It’s a great day for the fair!
The sidewalks of New York are thick with blarney,
For sure you’d think of New York was ol’ Killarney!

It’s a great day for the shamrock,
For the flags in full array.
We’re feeling so inspirish,
Sure because for all the Irish,
It’s a great, great, Day!

It's the same old Shillelagh
Sure IT’s THE SAME OLD SHILLELAGH
Me father brought from Ireland.
And Divil a man prounder than he,
As he walked with it in his hand.
He’d lead the band on Paddy’s Day
And twirle it round his mitt
And divil a bit we’d laugh at it
Or Dad would have a fit

Sure with THE SAME OLD SHILLELAGH
Me father could lick a dozen men
As fast as they’d get up be gorry,
He’d knock’em down again
And many’s the time he used it on me
To make me understand
THE SAME OLD SHILLELAGH
Me father brought from Ireland.