'Twas in the County Kerry, just a little ways from Clare, Where the boys and girls are merry At the pattern dance so fair. The town is called Kilorglin, A pretty place to view, But the thing that makes it interesting's 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 Kilorglin to Tralee, And Bridget on a Sunday, while coming home from mass, She's admired by all the people, Sure they wait to see her pass.
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.
I sent my love a picture, I did upon my word. Not a picture of myself, it was 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.
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. (2x)