Irish Air. Pat & Kate

"Och! pretty Kate, my darling Kate,

"Here, take my hand, and I'm your mate,"

'I'd rather die,' "Fye, Kate, fye, fye!"

'Did ever fool talk at such a rate?'

'O Patrick, you're a teazing lad,

'The basest plague that e'er I had:

'The live long day, you prate away,

'I really believe you'll put me mad.'

"O Kate, I am a pleasing lad,

"The neatest swain that e'er you had:

"I sigh all day, I pine away,

"I really believe you'll put me mad."

"Ah! little Norah would be mine,

"I know by many a leering sign."

'Then take your drab, you boasting blab,

'For Katrine never will be thine.'

'O Patrick, you're a teazing lad,

'The basest plague that e'er I had:

'The live long day, you prate away,

'I really believe you'll put me mad.'

"O Kate, I am a pleasing lad,

"The neatest swain that e'er you had:

"I sigh all day, I pine away,

"I really believe you'll put me mad."

"No, Kate, sweet Kate alone can please,

"She keeps the key of all my ease:

"Then, if you frown, poor Patrick's down,

"You'll kill me, Kate, it's plain as pease."

'O Patrick, you're a teazing lad,

'The basest plague that e'er I had:

'The live long day, you prate away,

'I really believe you'll put me mad.'

"O Kate, I am a pleasing lad,

"The neatest swain that e'er you had:

"I sigh all day, I pine away,

"I really believe you'll put me mad."