The Garden Where the Praties Grow
Have you ever been in love, me boys, Oh! have you felt the pain?
I`d rather be in jail, I would, than be in love again.
Tho` the girl I love is beautiful, and I`d have you all to know
That I met her in the garden where the praties grow.
cho: She was just the sort of creature that nature did intend
To walk throughout the world, my boys, without the Grecian Bend*,
Nor did she wear the chignon, I`d have ye all to know
And I met her in the garden where the praties grow.
Says I, `My lovely colleen, I hope you`ll pardon me.`
But she wasn`t like the city girls who`d say `You`re making free.`
She answered me right modestly, and curtsied very low,
`You`re welcome in the garden where the praties grow.`
Says I, `My lovely darling, I`m tired of single life
And if you`ve no objections, I will make you my sweet wife.`
Says she,`I`ll ask my parents, and tomorrow you shall know
If you`ll meet me in the garden where the praties grow.`
Her parents they consented, and we`re blessed with children three
To girls just like their mother, and a boy the image of me.
We`ll train them up in decency, the way they ought to go
And I`ll ne`er forget the garden where the praties grow.
Recorded by Dyer-Bennett
Back to: UNKNOWN lyrics