Oh Kitty, my darling, remember
That the doom will be mine if I stay
'Tis far better to part, though it's hard to
Than to rot in their prison away
'Tis far better to part, though it's hard to
Than to rot in their prison away
So softly he then kissed her pale lips
'Twas the same story over an o'er
Hush, mo mhúirnín, the police are watching
And you know that I must go a stór
Hush, mo mhúirnín, the police are watching
And you know that I must go a stór
In a day, I'll be over the mountain
There'll be time enough left for to cry
So good night and God guard you forever
And write to me, won't you, goodbye
So good night and God guard you forever
And write to me, won't you, goodbye