I'll take you home again, Kathleen,

Across the ocean wild and wide

To where your heart has ever been,

Since you were first my bonnie bride.

The roses all have left your cheek.

I've watched them fade away and die;

Your voice is sad when e'er you speak,

And tears bedim your loving eyes.

 

 

Oh! I will take you back, Kathleen,

To where your heart will feel no pain,

And when the fields are fresh and green,

I'II take you to your home again Kathleen,

 

 

I know you love me, Kathleen, dear,

Your heart was ever fond and true.

I always feel when you are near

That life holds nothing, dear, but you.

The smiles that once you gave to me

I scarcely ever see them now,

Though many, many times I see

A dark'ning shadow on your brow.

 

To that dear home beyond the sea

My Kathleen shall again return.

And when thy old friends welcome thee

Thy loving heart will cease to yearn.

Where laughs the little silver stream

Beside your mother's humble cot,

And brightest rays of sunshine gleam

There all your grief will be forgot.

 

The Bold Fenian Men

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Twas down by the glenside, I spied an old woman

She was plucking young nettles, she scarce saw me coming

I listened a while to the song she was humming

Glory O, Glory O to our bold Fenian men

 

 

'Tis sixteen long years since I saw the moon beaming

On strong manly forms and their eyes were hot gleaming

I see them on a, sure, in all my daydreaming

Glory O, Glory O to our bold Fenian men

 

 

Some died on the hillside, some died with a stranger

And wise men have judged that their cause was a failure

They fought for their freedom and they never feared danger

Glory O, Glory O to our bold Fenian men

 

 

I passed on my way, thanks to God that I met her

Be life long or short sure I'll never forget her

There may have been brave men but they'll never be better

Glory O, Glory O to our bold Fenian men

 

Aha San Antone

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I want some black-eyed peas. I want some mustard greens.

I want some cornpone on the side.

I want my chicken fried with a golden hide.

Aha, San Antone!

 

 

Now don't you say I'm silly 'cause I like my chili

All over my scrambled eggs.

I want to go to Dallas, see my cousin Alice.

Aha, San Antone!

 

 

I never was meant for the city,

And I don't like it one little bit.

I love the the Rio Grande you know a place that can

Just across from Mexico.

I want an enchilada and a big tostada.

Aha, San Antone!

 

 

When I was a kid I had a locket

And inside was a picture o' Davy Crockett

I know a gal named Ann that lived in Texarkan'

That loved a boy in Arkansas,

But when they take a ride, it's on the Texas side.

Aha, San Antone!

 

 

I want a great big moon, a great big Texas moon,

Where the night is light as day.

I want a feller too, a big buckaroo.

Aha, San Antone!