I'll Take You Home Again, Kathleen
To where your heart has ever been, since first you were my BONNIE bride.
The roses all have left your cheek. I watch them fade away and die.
Your voice is sad WHENE'ER you speak and tears bedim your loving eyes.
Oh I will take you back Kathleen, to where your heart will feel no pain.
And when the fields are fresh and green I WILL take you to your home, Kathleen.
Writer/s: HUGO FREY, THOMAS P WESTENDORF