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O Norah lay your basket down	A
And rest your weary hand	B
And come and hear me sing a song	C
Of our old Ireland	D
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There was a lord of Galaway	E
A mighty lord was he	F
And he did wed a second wife	G
A maid of low degree	F
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But he was old and she was young	H
And so in evil spite	I
She baked the black bread for his kin	J
And fed her own with white	I
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She whipped the maids and starved the kern	K
And drove away the poor	L
'Ah woe is me ' the old lord said	M
'I rue my bargain sore '	-
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This lord he had a daughter fair	N
Beloved of old and young	H
And nightly round the shealing fires	O
Of her the gleeman sung	H
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'As sweet and good is young Kathleen	P
As Eve before her fall '	-
So sang the harper at the fair	N
So harped he in the hall	Q
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'Oh come to me my daughter dear	R
Come sit upon my knee	F
For looking in your face Kathleen	P
Your mother's own I see '	-
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He smoothed and smoothed her hair away	E
He kissed her forehead fair	N
'It is my darling Mary's brow	S
It is my darling's hair '	-
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Oh then spake up the angry dame	T
'Get up get up ' quoth she	F
'I'll sell ye over Ireland	D
I'll sell ye o'er the sea '	-
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She clipped her glossy hair away	E
That none her rank might know	U
She took away her gown of silk	V
And gave her one of tow	U
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And sent her down to Limerick town	A
And to a seaman sold	W
This daughter of an Irish lord	X
For ten good pounds in gold	W
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The lord he smote upon his breast	Y
And tore his beard so gray	E
But he was old and she was young	H
And so she had her way	E
	-
Sure that same night the Banshee howled	Z
To fright the evil dame	T
And fairy folks who loved Kathleen	P
With funeral torches came	T
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She watched them glancing through the trees	A2
And glimmering down the hill	B2
They crept before the dead vault door	C2
And there they all stood still	B2
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'Get up old man the wake lights shine '	-
'Ye murthering witch ' quoth he	F
'So I'm rid of your tongue I little care	N
If they shine for you or me '	-
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'Oh whoso brings my daughter back	D2
My gold and land shall have '	-
Oh then spake up his handsome page	E2
'No gold nor land I crave	F2
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'But give to me your daughter dear	R
Give sweet Kathleen to me	F
Be she on sea or be she on land	B
I'll bring her back to thee '	-
	-
'My daughter is a lady born	G2
And you of low degree	F
But she shall be your bride the day	E
You bring her back to me '	-
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He sailed east he sailed west	Y
And far and long sailed he	F
Until he came to Boston town	A
Across the great salt sea	F
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'Oh have ye seen the young Kathleen	P
The flower of Ireland	D
Ye'll know her by her eyes so blue	H2
And by her snow white hand '	-
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Out spake an ancient man 'I know	U
The maiden whom ye mean	P
I bought her of a Limerick man	I2
And she is called Kathleen	P
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'No skill hath she in household work	J2
Her hands are soft and white	I
Yet well by loving looks and ways	K2
She doth her cost requite '	-
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So up they walked through Boston town	A
And met a maiden fair	N
A little basket on her arm	L2
So snowy white and bare	N
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'Come hither child and say hast thou	S
This young man ever seen '	-
They wept within each other's arms	M2
The page and young Kathleen	P
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'Oh give to me this darling child	N2
And take my purse of gold '	-
'Nay not by me ' her master said	M
'Shall sweet Kathleen be sold	W
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'We loved her in the place of one	O2
The Lord hath early ta'en	P2
But since her heart's in Ireland	D
We give her back again '	-
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Oh for that same the saints in heaven	O2
For his poor soul shall pray	E
And Mary Mother wash with tears	Q2
His heresies away	E
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Sure now they dwell in Ireland	D
As you go up Claremore	E
Ye'll see their castle looking down	A
The pleasant Galway shore	E
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And the old lord's wife is dead and gone	R2
And a happy man is he	F
For he sits beside his own Kathleen	P
With her darling on his knee	F

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