The Garden Where the Praties Grow - John McCormack

Have you ever been in love me boys,

or have you felt the pain?

I'd rather be in jail myself

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, "My lovely 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,

"O 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 my pretty Kathleen,

I hope that you'll agree.

She was not like your city girls

who say you're making free;

Says she, "I'll ax my 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.

O the parents they consented

And we're blessed with children three:

Two boys just like their mother

and a girl the image of me, (joke)

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.