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I'll take you home again, Cathleen,
Across the ocean wild and wide;
To where your heart has ever been,
Since first you were my bonnie bride.
The roses all have left your cheek,
I watched them fade away and die;
Your voice is sad when e'er you speak,
And tears bedim your loving eyes.
I will take you back, Cathleen,
To where your heart will feel no pain;
And where the fields are fresh and green,
I will take you to your home again!
I know you love me, Cathleen, dear,
Your voice is ever fond and true;
I always feel it when you are near,
That life holds naught but fear for me.
The smile that once you gave to me,
I scarcely ever see them now;
Though many, many times I see,
The darkness in your loving smile.
Oh! I will take you back, Cathleen,
To where your heart will feel no pain;
And where the fields are fresh and green,
I will take you to your home again!
To that dear home beyond the sea,
My Kathleen shall again return;
And when thy old friends welcome thee,
Thy loving heart will cease to yearn.
Where laughs the little silver stream,
Beside your mother's humble cot;
And brighter rays of sunshine gleam,
There all your grief will be forgot.