I'll take you home again, Kathleen,
Across the ocean wild and wide
To where your heart has ever been
Since first you were my bonny bride.
The roses all have left your cheek;
I've watched them fade away and die.
Your voice is sad when e'er you speak
And tears be-dim your loving eyes.
Oh, I will take you back, Kathleen,
To where your heart will feel no pain.
And when the fields are fresh and green
I'll take you to your home again.
