Way down in the County Kerry, in the place they call Tralee,a fine old couple, they lived there, Kate and Pat McGee.They were going to have a party on the Golden Jubilee.Said Kate, says she to Pat McGee, come listen here to me.Put on your roundly bridges and your coat of emerald green,take off that happy darling pad, put on your old cabine.For today's our golden wedding, and I'll have you all to knowjust how we looked when we were wed fifty years ago.Oh well do I remember when we danced in the village green.You held me in your arms, dear Pat, and called me your Colleen.Your hair was like a raven's wing, but now it's turned in grey.Come over here, oh sweetheart dear, and hear what I've to say.Put on your roundly bridges and your coat of emerald green,take off that happy darling pad, put on your old cabine.For today's our golden wedding, and I'll have you all to knowjust how we looked when we were wed fifty years ago.Oh well do I remember when first I was your bride,in the little chapel on the hill where we stood side by side.Of good friends we've had many, of troubles we've had few.Come over here, oh sweetheart dear, here's what you must do.Put on your roundly bridges and your coat of emerald green,take off that happy darling pad, put on your old cabine.For today's our golden wedding, and I'll have you all to knowjust how we looked when we were wed fifty years ago.Just how we looked when we were wedfifty years ago.