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

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

Long time I courted her till I wasted all my store,
Her love turned to hate because I were poor.
She said, " I will have another one whose fortune I'll share,
So begone from pretty Susan, the Pride of Kildare."

'Twas early one morning as I lonely did stray,
There I spied Susan with her young lad so gay,
And I passed by them with my mind full of care,
Sighs for pretty Susan, the Pride of Kildare.

Once more on the ocean I'm resolved to go
And bound to West Indies with my heart full of woe.
There I beheld the ladies with jewels so rare,
There was none like pretty Susan, the Pride of Kildare.

Sometimes I am jovial, sometimes I am sad,
Since my love she's been courted by some other young lad.
But now I'm at a distance no more I'll despair,
But my blessings on Susan, the Pride of Kildare.