Way down in the county Kerry, in a place they call Tralee.
A fine old couple they lived there called Kate and Pat McGee.
They were going to hold a party on the golden jubilee.
Said Kate to Pat, "Come over here and listen here to me."
"Put on your only britches and your coat of emerald green.
Take off your hat my darling pat, put on your old caubeen.
For today's our golden jubilee and I want you all to know.
The way 'twas done when we've begun just fifty years ago."
"How well do I remember I danced on the village green.
You held me in your arms dear Pat, you called me your colleen.
Your hair was like a raven's wing but now it's turning gray.
Come over here my sweetheart dear, and here's what I've to say.
Put on your only britches and your coat of emerald green.
Take off your hat my darling pat, put on your old caubeen.
For today's our golden jubilee and I want you all to know.
The way 'twas done when we've begun just fifty years ago."
"How well do I remember when first I was your bride?
In the little chapel yonder there when we sat side by side.
Our good friends we had many and troubles we had few.
Come over here my sweetheart dear and here's what you must do.
Put on your only britches and your coat of emerald green.
Take off your hat my darling pat, put on your old caubeen.
For today's our golden jubilee and I want you all to know.
The way 'twas done when we've begun just fifty years ago.
The way 'twas done when we've begun just fifty years ago."