I spoke to the Captain-he wonﾒt turn her round,
And if I swum back Iﾒd be apt to be drowned
Iﾒll stay where I am, for the diet is great
The best of combustibles piled on my plate
But the thought it is ﾑsumpchus, Iﾒd swop the whole lot,
For the ould wooden spoon and stirabout pot
And Kitty foreninst me a- wettinﾒ the tay,
Where theyﾒre cuttinﾒ the corn in Creeshla the day!
Thereﾒs a woman on board who knows Katey by sight
So we talked of old times till they put out the light
Iﾒm to meet the good woman tomorraﾒ on deck
And weﾒll talk about Katey from this to Cubec.
I know Iﾒm no match for her ﾖ oh! not the leesht
With her house and two cows, and her brother a preesht
But the woman declares Kateyﾒs heartﾒs on the say
And mineﾒs back with Katey in Creeshla the day
If Katey is courted by Patsey or Mick
Put a word in for me with the lump of a stick,
Donﾒt kill Patsey overnight, he had no sort of a chance
But Mickﾒs a rogue you might murther at wance;
For Kathy might think, as the longer she waits
A boy in the hand is worth two in the States:
And sheﾒll promise to honour, to love and obey
So rovers thatﾒs roaminﾒ round Creeshla the day.
Good bye to you, Dan, thereﾒs no more to be said
And I think the salt wathers got into me head
For it dreeps from me eyes when I call round to me mind,
The friends and the Colleen Iﾒm leaving behind,
But still she might wait, when I bid her good bye
There was just the last taste of a tear in her eye,
And a break in her voice when she said, ﾓYou might stay,
But plaze God youﾒll come back to ould Creeshla some dayﾔ
One of the many songs composed by Percy French.