Irish Song Lyrics 
from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
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.