'Twas in the County Kerry, a little ways from Clare,
Where the boys and girls are merry at the pattern dance so fair;
The town is called Killorglin, a pretty place to view,
But the thing that makes it interesting is my Bridget Donahue.
CHORUS: O Bridget Donahue, I really do love you.
Although I'm in America, to you I will be true.
Then Bridget Donahue, I'll tell you what I'll do --
Just take the name of Patterson, and I'll take Donahue.
Her father is a farmer, and a decent man is he.
He's liked by all the people from Killorglin to Tralee.
And Bridget on a Sunday, when coming home from Mass,
She's admired by all the people. Sure they wait to see her pass.
CHORUS
I sent her home a picture. I did, upon my word:
Not a picture of myself, but a picture of a bird.
It was the Yankee eagle, and says I, "Miss Donahue,
Our eagle's wings are large enough to shelter me and you."
December 11, 2004
From DanĂº CD titled "Bridget Donahue", lyrics written 1882
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