It's not this one, is it?

GOLDEN JUBILEE

Way down in the County Kerry, in a spot they called Tralee,
A fine old couple they lived there, Kate and Pat Magee.
They were going to have a party on their Golden Jubilee.
Now Kate says she to Pat Magee, "Come listen here to me

Put on your old knee-breeches, your coat of emerald green,
Take off your hat, my darlin' Pat, and put on your old caubin.
For today's our golden wedding, and I'll have them all to know
Just how we looked when we were wed, fifty years ago.

Oh, well do I remember how we danced on the village green
You held me in your arms, dear Pat, and called me your cailín.
Your hair was like a raven's, but now it's turning grey.
Come over here, my sweetheart dear, and hear what I've to say.

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Well do I remember when first I was your bride,
In the little chapel on the hill where we stod side by side.
Of good friends we've had many, of troubles we've had few.
Come over here, my sweetheart dear, and here's what you must do.

Chorus


Wassail! V