Lyrics

It was on a summer's evening in the merry month of May
I was coming from the fair of Cappamore
I was driving home a purty pair of heifers by the way
When by chance I stood outside a cottage door
Well I just dropped in to light my pipe as any man would do
When going to or coming from a fair
When I spied a pretty colleen with her melting eyes of blue
It was really then my heart beat pretty free

How I love to ramble down the old boreen
When the hawthorn blossoms are in bloom
For to sit by the gate in that oul’ mossy seat
Whispering to Kate Muldoon

I was coming from me farm down a neighbouring boreen
When I met sweet Kitty tripping like a fawn
Well she gave me such a smile I thought it was a dream
And I never slept a wink that night 'til dawn
But the next time I met her I told her of my love
She tripped and nearly let her basket fall
She said get along you schemer with a gentle little shove
And she added ask me father that was all

How I love to ramble down the old boreen
When the hawthorn blossoms are in bloom
For to sit by the gate in that oul’ mossy seat
Whispering to Kate Muldoon.

I was thrashing in me barn when her father came one day
Said Patsy Murphy what is this I’ve heard
You've been speaking to me daughter well now what have you to say
And sure I couldn't say a single word
Then he took me by the hand and says Patrick my son
I'll be glad for you to settle down in life
And since you love me daughter and her heart is fairly won
After all you can make the girl your wife

How I love to ramble down the old boreen
When the hawthorn blossoms are in bloom
For to sit by the gate in that oul’ mossy seat
Whispering to Kate Muldoon