Pretty Susan the Pride of Kildare

When first from the sea I landed I had a roving mind
Undaunted I rambled my true love to find
When I first met pretty Susan with her cheeks like a rose,
And her bosom more fairer than a lily that grows.

Her keen eyes did glitter like the bright stars by night,
And the robe that she was wearing was costly and white;
Her bare neck was shaded by her long raven hair,
And they called her pretty Susan, the Pride of Kildare.

Once more on the ocean I resolved for to go,
And was bound for the Eastward with my heart full of woe;
There I beheld ladies with jewels so rare,
But not like pretty Susan, the Pride of Kildare.

Now sometimes I'm jovial and sometimes I'm sad,
Since my love's been courted by some other lad;
But now she's at a distance, no more I'll dispair,
But my blessing on Susan, the Pride of Kildare.

Notes by DMacD: cf EFSJ vi.11. Tune 11 and 12. And cf. Moore's "Meeting of the Waters".