Thursday, April 14, 2011

Terence's Farewell to Kathleen

So, my Kathleen, you're going to leave me
All alone by myself in this place,
But I'm sure that you'll never deceive me,
Oh, no, if there's truth in that face.
Though England's a beautiful country,
Full of illigant boys, oh, what then--
You'll never forget your poor Terence,
You'll come back to old Ireland again.

It's a folly to keep you from going,
Though, faith, tis a mighty 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,
None 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 bid you--
Can I talk if you bother me so?
Oh, Kathleen, my blessings go with you,
Ev'ry inch of the way that you go.

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