"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."