The Pride of Kildare
When from sea first I landed with roving in mind,
Undaunted I rambled my true love to find.
I met pretty Susan with cheeks like a rose,
And her bosom more fair than the lily grows.
Her keen eyes sparkle like bright stars by night,
And the robes she was wearing were costly and white,
Her bare neck was shaded with her long raven hair,
And they call her pretty Susan, the pride of Kildare.
Sometimes I am jovial, sometimes I am sad,
Since my love she is courted by some other lad,
But since we're at a distance, no more I'll despair,
So my blessings on Susan, the pride of Kildare.