She will meet you till you lie by her side,
Then in heaven you will meet your Katy Darling,
Dear Dermot and his much loved bride.
Sprig of Shillelah.
Och, love is the soul of a neat Irishman;
He loves all that is lovely, loves all that he can;
With a sprig of shillelah, and shamrock so green.
His heart is good-humor’d, ’tis honest and sound,
No malice or hatred is there to be found;