The Garden Where The Praties Grow

Have you ever been in love my boys
Or have you felt the pain?
I’d sooner 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 my boys
Without a 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’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 my boys
Without a 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 ask 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 my boys
Without a 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
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 my boys
Without a 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