Way[D] down in the County Kerry,in a place they call Tra[G]lee,
A fine old couple they lived there called[A] Kate and Pat Mc Gee,
They were[D] going to have a party,on their golden jubi[G]lee,
And[D] Kate says she to Pat Mc Gee,come[G] listen here to[D] me.
Put[D] on your old knee breeches,and your coat of em'rald[G] green,
Take[D] off that hat me darling Pat,put[Em] on your old cau[A]been,
For[D] today's our golden wedding,and we want them, all to[G] know,
The[D] way we looked when we were young,just[G] fifty years[D] ago.
Ah well I do remember,when we danced on the village green,
You held me in your arms dear Pat,and called me your colleen,
Your hair was like the ravens wing,but now it's turning grey,
Come over here old sweetheart dear,and hear what I have to say.
Ah well I do remember when first I was your bride,
In the little chapel yonder there where we sat side by side,
Oh good things we had many,of troubles we had few,
Come over here old sweetheart dear,and here's what we must do.