Songs

Have you ever been in love, me boys
did you ever feel the pain?
I'd rather be in jail,
I would than to be in love again.

Now the girl I loved was beautiful
I'll have you all to know
and I met her in the garden
where the praties grow

She was just the sort of creature
that nature did intend
To walk throughout the world, my boys
without the Grecian Bend*,

Nor did she wear the chignon,
I'd have ye all to know
And I met her in the garden
where the praties grow.

Says I, 'My lovely colleen
I hope you'll pardon me.'
But she wasn't like the city girls who'd say
'You're making free.'

She answered me right modestly
and curtsied very low,
'You're welcome in the garden
where the praties grow.

'Says I, 'My lovely darling
I'm tired of single life
And if you've no objections
I will make you my sweet wife.

'Says she, 'I'll ask my parents
and tomorrow you shall know
If you'll meet me in the garden
where the praties grow.

Her parents they consented
and we're blessed with children three
Two boys just like their mother
and a girl the image of me.

We'll train them up in decency
the way they ought to go
To dig in the garden
Where the praties grow.