A musical arrangement for voice and piano can be seen in Songs of the Four Nations: A Collection of Old Songs of the People of England, Scotland, Ireland and Wales edited by Harold Boulton, (London: J. B. Cramer & Co., 1843), page 204:

I have boldfaced the words that are different from those posted by JT Pearse, above.


KITTY MAGEE
Words by F. A. Fahy, old Irish air.

I've kissed and courted them all,
Gentle and simple, short, and medium and tall;
But kept a merry heart free,
Till it was stole unknownst by Kitty Magee.
Her laughing face, her slender waist,
Her lips might tempt a saint to taste;
Oh, sure it was small blame to me
To lose my heart to Kitty Magee.

'Twas down at Ballina fair,
Cailins and boys were gaily tripping it there;
And I, the soul of the spree,
When I set eyes on charming Kitty Magee.
Her smile so sweet, her step so neat,
Hide and seek, her two little feet;
Gliding like a swan at sea,
Handsome, winsome, Kitty Magee.

And now i'm dreaming all day,
Sighing from dark to dawn and wasting away;
Like a lone bird on a tree,
Pining the long hours through for Kitty Magee.
At dance or wake no sport I make;
Home or out no pleasure I take;
Nothing at all I hear or see
But makes me think of Kitty Magee.

Oh, how will I anyone face,
Kitty asthore, if you don't pity my case?
'Tis tired of living I'll be
If I don't win my darling Kitty Magee!
Oh! whisper dear, the Shrove is near,
Say the word I'm dying to hear;
Promise me soon my own you'll be,
Roguish, coaxing Kitty Magee!