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Me name is Pat McGuire,
I belong to sweet Tralee,
I fell in love with an Irish girl,
Her name is Kate McGee;
I went one night to court her
In the lovely month of May,
And just as I got unto the house,
Old mother to Barney did say:
"Barney get up from the fire,
Don't you hear me speak?
Here comes Mr. McGuire
To court your sister Kate;
You know that he has got a farm
A few miles outside of town,
Get up out of that, you saucy old brat,
Let Mr. McGuire sit down."
We got Kate up in the corner, boys,
We told her lumps of love,
You'd swear she was an angel
From the raging powers above;
She said she'd never prove untrue
While the old woman did shout:
"Ah, Barney, you laggard, I'll warm you well
When Mr. McGuire goes out."
Now, boys, we are married,
The honeymoon is o'er,
There's not a happier boy or girl
To be found on the Southern Shore;
With a cot and a kitten
To increase our little joy,
'Tis often I thought of Barney,
That impudent saucy boy.
A variant was recorded as Mr. McGuire Sit Down by Buddy Wasisname and the Other Fellers (Nods 'N' Winks, 1988).
