| I’ll take you home again, Kathleen
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| Across the ocean wild and wide
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| To where your heart has ever been
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| Since you were first my bonnie bride.
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| The roses all have left your cheek.
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| I’ve watched them fade away and die
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| Your voice is sad when e’er you speak
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| And tears be-dim your loving eyes.
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| Oh! |
| I will take you back, Kathleen
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| To where your heart will feel no pain
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| And when the fields are fresh and green
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| I’II take you to your home again!
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| I know you love me, Kathleen, dear
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| Your heart was ever fond and true.
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| I always feel when you are near
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| That life holds nothing, dear, but you.
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| The smiles that once you gave to me
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| I scarcely ever see them now
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| Though many, many times I see
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| A dark’ning shadow on your brow.
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| To that dear home beyond the sea
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| My Kathleen shall again return.
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| And when thy old friends welcome thee
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| Thy loving heart will cease to yearn.
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| Where laughs the little silver stream
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| Beside your mother’s humble cot
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| And brightest rays of sunshine gleam
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| There all your grief will be forgot |