Kitty O'Toole

A charming young creature was Kitty O'Toole,
The Lily o' sweet Tipperary,
With a voice like a thrush and with cheeks like a rose, And a figure as neat as a fairy.
I saw her one day, oh, she looked like a queen,
In the glory of sweet one and twenty.
As she sat with McGinty's big arm 'round her waist,
Oh, how I envied McGinty.

Six months after that on a sweet summer's day,
The boys and the girls were invited,
By Mickey O'Toole of the cabin beyond,
To see Kate and McGinty united.
And when in the church they were made into one,
And the priest gave them blessings in plenty,
As she stood with McGinty's big arm 'round her waist,
Oh, how I envied McGinty.

But the years have gone by, now McGinty is dead,
Shore me heart was all broke up with pity,
To see her all lonely and mornful and sad,
So I went and got married to Kitty.
And now when I pass where McGinty is laid,
With a stone o'er his head, cold and flinty,
As he lies there so quiet and peaceful and still,
Oh, how I envy McGinty!

A major
Jim Hancock - guitar and voice

As performed on the recording:
Songs of Love (and Other Silly Stuff

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