Текст песни 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.