Bridget Donaghue - Dänu

'Twas in the County Kerry, a little ways from Clare

Where the boys and girls are merry at the pattern dance so fair

The town is called Killorglin, a pretty place to view

But the thing that makes it interesting is my Bridget Donaghue

Oh Bridget Donaghue, I really do love you

Although I’m in America, to you I will be true

And Bridget Donaghue, I’ll tell you what we’ll do

Just take the name of Patterson and I’ll take Donaghue

Her father is a farmer, a decent man is he

And he’s loved and well-respected from Killorglin to Tralee

And Bridget on a Sunday when coming home from mass

She’s admired by all the people, sure they wait to see her pass

I sent my love a picture, I did upon my word

Not a picture of myself, but 'twas a picture of a bird

It was the Yankee Eagle, says I, «Miss Donaghue

This eagle’s wings are large enough to shelter me and you»