Sweet Kilkenny Town

Lyrics

I was working in the fields near fair Boston City
Thinking sadly of Kilkenny – and a girl that’s there
When a friend came and tould me – late enough and more’s the pity
“There’s a letter waitin’ for ye in the postman’s care”
Oh. my heart was in my mouth, all the while that he was spaking

For I knew it was from Katy – she’s the girl that can spell
And I couldn’t speak for crying, for my heart had night been breaking
With longing for a word from the girl I love so well
Oh, I knew it was from Katey; who could it be but Katey ?
The poor girl that loves me well, in sweet Kilkenny town

Oh, ’twas soon I reached the place, and I thanked them for the trouble
They wor taking with my letter, a-sorting with such care
And they asked “was it a single ?” and I tould them ’twas a double
For wasn’t it worth twice as much as any letter there ?
Then they sorted and they searched, but something seemed the matter
And my heart it stopped beating when I thought that it might be
Och, boys, would you believe it ? They had gone and lost my letter
My poor Katey’s letter that had come so far to me

For I knew it was from Katy – she’s the girl that can spell
And I couldn’t speak for crying, for my heart had night been breaking
With longing for a word from the girl I love so well
Oh! I knew it was from Katey; who could it be but Katey ?
The poor girl that loves me well, in sweet Kilkenny town

I trimbled like an aspen, but I said, “‘Tis fun you’re making
Of the poor foolish Paddy, that’s so azy to craze
Och, Gintlemen, then look again, maybe you wor mistaken
For letters, as you know, boys, are as like as pase”
Then they bade me sarch myself, when they saw my deep dejection
But, och, who could sarch when the tears blind the sight ?
In regard to niver larning to read nor to write
For I wasn’t cute like Katey, my own darling Katey
For I knew it was from Katy – she’s the girl that can spell

And I couldn’t speak for crying, for my heart had night been breaking
With longing for a word from the girl I love so well
Oh! I knew it was from Katey; who could it be but Katey ?
The poor girl that loves me well, in sweet Kilkenny town

Then they laughed in my face, and they asked me (tho’ in kindness)
What good would letter do to me that I couldn’t understand.
And I answered “Were they cursed with deafness and with blindness,
Would they care less for the clasp of a dear loved hand ?”
Oh, the folks that read and write (thought they’re so mighty clever)
See nothin’ but the words, and they’re soon read through
But Katey’s unread letter would be speaking to me ever
Of the dear love that she bears me, for it shows she is true!

Oh! well I know my Katey, my own darling Katey
The poor girl that loves me well, in sweet Kilkenny town


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Kilkenny


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