Me Heart / Gilbert Keith Chesterton

I come from Castlepatrick, and me heart is on me sleeve, And any sword or pistol boy can hit it with me leave, 

As naked as me ancestors, as noble as me name. It shines there for an epaulette, as golden as a flame, 

But a lady stole it from me on St. Gallowglass's Eve. For I come from Castlepatrick, and me heart is on me sleeve, 

They go to hell like lambs, they do, because the hooter hoots. The folk that live in Liverpool, their heart is in their boots; 

But I come from Castlepatrick, and me heart is on me sleeve, Where men may not be dancin', though the wheels may dance all day; And men may not be smokin'; but only chimneys may. 

They see us making murders in the meadows of the South; But a lady stole it from me on St. Poleander's Eve. The folk that live in black Belfast, their heart is in their mouth, 

But I come from Castlepatrick, and me heart is on me sleeve; They think a plough's a rack, they do, and cattle-calls are creeds, And they think we're burnin' witches when we're only burnin' weeds; 

But a lady stole it from me on St. Barnabas's Eve.