My sweet darlin' Katie, after seven years
Popped me a question, confirmin' me fears.
Katie O'Flaherty, it sores me to find
That ye are one o' the marryin' kind.

So it's down to the pub to confer with the boys,
To take me a pint and assist with the noise
And tell them the problem I got on me mind:
Seems that me Katie's the marryin' kind.

So Danny O'Driscoll, he says then to me,
"Better get out while the gettin' is free!"
And Liam O'Riley, he says, "Better mind,
There ain't nothin' worse than the marryin'kind!"

"Yer lucky," says Sean, "that the Truth can be faced,
It was just seven years of yer life ye did waste."
And Paddy and Mickey and Tommy combine
To damn all the girls o' the marryin' kind.

And everyone says to abandon her now,
So I had to stand and defend her somehow.
Katie O'Flaherty, I loves ye, I find,
Even if you are the marryin' kind.

 

   C                      F
My sweet darlin' Katie, after seven years

G                        F          C
Popped me a question, confirmin' me fears.

                     F
Katie O'Flaherty, it sores me to find

G           F          C
That ye are one o' the marryin' kind.