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I'm alone and awake, too, wid no one to spake to,
The loneliest bhoy in the vale of Tralee,
For to-noight is the parthy, and Mrs M`Carthy
Has ax'd all the neighbours but me,
But me,
She has ax'd the whole county but me.

II.

Shure I wouldn't be afther env'ying the laughther,
The music so fine and the dancing so free,
The fun and flirtation, and swate botheration,—
But Kathleen has gone widout me,
Widout me,
She has gone to the ball widout me.

III.

I know that she's dancing, her bright eyes are glancing
Wid aqual proportions of mischief and glee;

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And every bhoy present,—he thinks, moighty pleasant,
“Shure Kathleen's the Colleen for me,
For me,—
I am sartin she's smiling for me.”

IV.

Be this and be that now, as shure as I'm Pat now,
I've sat here from tin till a quarther to three,—
I've sat widout winking quite spacheless but thinking
If Kathleen is caring for me,
For me,
Whether Kathleen is caring for me.

V.

Me poipe it is broken,—and, be that same token,
So, too, is me heart if ye only could see,
For there's Tim and there's Barney, and och! wid their blarney,
They'll steal away Kathleen from me,
From me,
They will steal the swate creathure from me.

VI.

Arrah! now for a shindy!—I'd jump thro' a windy,
Knock down a polaceman, or pull up a tree,

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But och! wirristhrue now! what good would it do now
But froighten me darlint from me,
From me,
It would froighten me darlint from me!

VII.

Hear now to her warning, the ould clock! of morning;
Jump into bed, Pat, that's the best jump, says she;
—A dacent ould clock tho' the truth must be spoke, too,
'Tis sildom at noight we agree,
We agree,
It's but sildom at noight we agree.