So my Kathleen you're going to leave me,
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All alone by myself in this place.
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But I'm sure that you'll never decieve me,
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Oh no, if there's truth in that face.
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Tho' Englands a beautiful country,
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Full of elegant boys on one hand.
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You'd never forget your poor Terrance,
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You'll come back to old Ireland again. 2. It's folly to keep you from going,
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Though faith, tis a mighty hard case.
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For Kathleen you know there's no knowing,
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Wwhen next I may see your sweet face.
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And when you come back to me Kathleen,
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None the better shall I be off then.
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You'll be speaking such beautiful English,
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Oh, I won't know my Kathleen again.
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3. Oh now, where's the need of this hurry?
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Don't fluster me so in this way!
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I forgot twixt my grief and the flurry,
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Every word I was meaning to say.
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Just wait now a minute I beg you.
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Can I talk if you bother me so?
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Oh Kathleen my blessing go with you,
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Every inch of the way that you go.
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Terence's Farewell
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The Woods Band |