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"Darling Kate" recited by David Browne

DARLING KATE You are fair of face, dear Kate, now you’re nearing twenty-one, I hesitate to spoil your dreams, when your life has just begun. Your father, he is old, a grah, and I am far from strong, A dowry from John Hogan’s son would help us all along. Just think of it, my darling Kate, you would own a motor car, You’d wear fine linen next your skin and travel near and far. Hogan’s lands stretch far and wide, from Rathea to Drummahead; He owns sheep and cows and fine fat sows; pyjamas for the bed. I know he’s tall and skinny, Kate, and his looks are not the best, But beggars can’t be choosers, love, when you’re feathering your nest! He’s been to college in the town; his shirts are always new, What does it matter if he’s old, he’s just the man for you. I know you love young Paddy Joe, him with the rakish eye, I’ve seen the way you look at him whenever he goes by. I will admit he’s handsome, Kate, but he doesn’t own a car, Sure, he likes to fight and drink al night above in Sheehan’s bar. Did I ever tell you, Kate a grah, that I was pretty too? The summer days seemed longer then, and the sky was always blue! I was only gone nineteen, and your father fifty-three, But he owned the land on which we stand and he seemed the man for me. There was a young man lived next door, I loved with all my might, It was his face that haunted me when your father held me tight; I longed, dear Kate, down through the years, for the soft touch of his hand. But young love is no substitute for ten acres of fine land. You will wear a long white dress and a red rose in your hair, I will throw confetti, Kate, the whole town will be there; You will make a promise true, to honour and obey, I will stand on your right hand, and I’ll sell my love away. Tears are not for daytime, Kate, but only for the night, You’ll have a daughter of your own and teach her wrong fro right; Rear her strong and healthy, Kate, pray guidance from above. Then one fine day when she’s nineteen—she might marry just for love.