You'll Soon Forget Kathleen.
Oh, leave not your Kathleen, there's no one can cheer her,
Alone in the wide world, unpitied she'll sigh;
And scenes that were loveliest, when thou wert but near her,
Recall the sad visions of days long gone by.
'Tis vain that you tell me you'll never forget me,
To the land of the shamrock you'll ne'er return more;
Far away from your sight, you will cease to regret me,
You'll soon forget Kathleen and Erin-go-bragh.
Oh, leave not the land, the sweet land of your childhood.
Where joyously passed the first days of our youth,
Where joyously we wandered 'mid valley And wildwood;
Oh, these were the bright days of innocent truth.
'Tis vain that you tell me, etc.