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Way down in the county Kerry,
in a place they call Tralee
A fine old couple they lived there,
Kate and Pat Magee.
They were going to have a party
on their Golden Jubilee
Now Kate says she to Pat Magee
come and listen here to me.

Put on your old knee-britches
and your coat of emerald green
Take off that hat me darlin' Pat,
put on your old caibin
For today's our Golden Wedding
and I'll have you all to know
Just how we looked when we were wed,
fifty years ago.

Oh, well do I remember
how we danced on the village green
You held me in your arms, dear Pat,
and called me your cailin
Your hair was like a raven's wing
but now it's turning grey
Come over here ould sweetheart dear,
and hear's what I've to say.

And well do I remember,
When first I was your bride
In the little chapel on the hill,
where we stood side be side
Of good friends we've had many,
of troubles we've had few
Come over here ould sweetheart dear,
and here's what you must do.