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Nancy McCallion Lyrics

        
Kathleen
N. McCallion

Twas early Sunday morning as I lay in my bed
I felt a cold dampness in the covers round my head
I looked up towards the ceiling the sun was shining through
Somehow in the nighttime I had lost my bloody roof
I then got out of bed for to put some trousers on
Twas now that I noticed that half my clothes were gone
I thought I’d have a cup of tea and think about my lot
But I couldn’t find a kettle and I couldn’t find a pot

Kathleen, Kathleen now I have seen
She’ll have no more of my jack
She’s taken half the things I own
And strapped them to her back
She offed with me dining table
She offed with me working clothes
I haven’t a canny notion
just what she’ll do with those

I went to see my neighbor who’s up before the dawn
To see if he’d a notion about these goings on
He looked at me so tenderly and poured me a wee dram
Said I’m hating to be telling you but none the less I am
Twas just before the daylight I went to check my still
I seen the girl you’re living with a climbing up the hill
She had a pack upon her back a picking through the rocks
And she and your old milking goat were dragging a big box

Kathleen, Kathleen now I have seen
She’ll have no more of me jack
She’s taken half the things I own
And strapped them to her back
She offed with me roofing shingles
She offed with me milking goat
She offed with all me pots and pans
And didn’t leave a note

Kathleen she did the washing, the cooking and the floors
She used to tend the garden she’d all the easy chores
And though she was a wee bit fat I let her share me bed
And if she wasn’t happy sure you think she might have said
Kathleen she took my best years I’m running short of time
I still may find another though I know I’m passed my prime
But still at church each morning I wear my very best
I hope to find myself a girl who wants a little less

Kathleen, Kathleen now I have seen
She’ll have no more of me jack
She’s taken half the things I own
And strapped them to her back
She offed with me mother’s kettle
She offed with me firewood
And all of that from a wee girl
I used to think was good


Copyright Nancy McCallion 1996, from This Is My Round





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