Lovely Patty Kavannah

Shall we meet ere evening?s grey,
Hey Patty, pretty Patty?
Or when silver moon-beams play;
Pretty Patty, tell me?
May I then my love impart,
Woo you to relieve my heart,
Shall each give and take a heart,
Lovely Patty Kavannah.

I can boast nor wealth, nor birth,
Hey Patty, pretty Patty;
Think you these alone have worth,
Pretty Patty, tell me?
Surely health, a heart that?s true,
A hand that can protect you too,
Are gems, and these I proffer you,
Lovely Patty Kavannah.

What peeps o?er yon hilly spot,
Hey Patty, pretty Patty?
The village steeple, is it not,
Pretty Patty, tell me?
There?s the church, and here?s the ring,
Love makes life a constant spring;
Then haste, for time is on the wing,
Lovely Patty Kavannah.