The Garden Where the Praties Grow

Have you ever been in love, me boys, or have you felt the pain?

I'd sooner be in jail, meself, than be in love again

For the girl I loved was beautiful, I'd have you all to know

And I met her in the garden where the praties grow

She was just the sort of creature, boys, that nature did intend

To walk right through the world, me boys, without the Grecian bend

Nor did she wear a chignon, I'd have you all to know

And I met her in the garden where the praties grow

Says I, "Me pretty Kathleen, I'm tired of single life

And if you've no objection, sure I'll make you my sweet wife"

She answered me right modestly and curtsied very low

"You're welcome to the garden where the praties grow"

She was just the sort of creature, boys, that nature did intend

To walk right through the world, me boys, without the Grecian bend

Nor did she wear a chignon, I'd have you all to know

And I met her in the garden where the praties grow

Says I, "Me pretty Kathleen, I hope that you'll agree

She wasn't like your city girls that say you're makin' free"

She says, "I'll ask me parents and tomorrow I'll let you know

If you'll meet me in the garden where the praties grow"

She was just the sort of creature, boys, that nature did intend

To walk right through the world, me boys, without the Grecian bend

Nor did she wear a chignon, I'd have you all to know

And I met her in the garden where the praties grow

Oh, the parents they consented, and we're blessed with children three

Two boys just like their mother, and the girl's the image o' me

And now we're goin' to train them up the way they ought to go

For to dig in the garden where the praties grow

She was just the sort of creature, boys, that nature did intend

To walk right through the world, me boys, without the Grecian bend

Nor did she wear a chignon, I'd have you all to know

And I met her in the garden where the praties grow