[Verse]
"Sweet Kitty Neil, rise up from that wheel,
Your neat little foot will be weary from spinning,
Come trip down with me to the sycamore tree,
Half the parish is there and the dance is beginning."

The sun it's gone down and the full harvest-moon
Shines sweetly and cool on the dew-whitened valley,
While all the air rings with the soft, loving things
Each little bird sings in the green shaded alley.

[Chorus]
"Sweet Kitty Neil, rise up from that wheel,
Your neat little foot will be weary from spinning,
Come trip down with me to the sycamore tree,
Half the parish is there and the dance is beginning."

[Verse]
The a blush and a smile Kitty rose up the while,
Her eye in the glass, as she bound her hair, glancing,
Tis is hard to refuse when a young lover sues,
But she the couldn't but choose to go off to the dancing.

Now on the green the glad groups are seen,
Each gay-hearted lass and the lad of his choosing,
Pat, without fail, leads out sweet Kitty Neil,
Somehow, when he asked, she ne'er thought of refusing.

[Chorus]
"Sweet Kitty Neil, rise up from that wheel,
Your neat little foot will be weary from spinning,
Come trip down with me to the sycamore tree,
Half the parish is there and the dance is beginning."

[Verse]
Now Felix Magee put the pipes to his knee,
With the flourish so free set each couple in motion,
With a cheer and a bound, the lads patter the ground,
The maids move around just like swans on the ocean.

Cheeks bright as the rose, feet light as the does,
Now coyly retiring and boldly advancing
Search the world round, from the sky to the ground,
No such can be found as the Irish men dancing.

[Chorus]
"Sweet Kitty Neil, rise up from that wheel,
Your neat little foot will be weary from spinning,
Come trip down with me to the sycamore tree,
Half the parish is there and the dance is beginning."

[Verse]
Sweet Kate, who could view your bright eyes of deep blue,
Beaming humidly through your dark lashes so mildly,
Your fair turned arm, heaving breast, rounded form,
Nor feel his heart warm, and his pulses throb wildly.

Pat feels his heart, as he gazes, depart,
Subdued by the smart of such painful yet sweet love,
The sight leaves his eye, as he cries with a sigh,
"Dance light, for my heart it lies under your feet, love!"

[Chorus]
"Sweet Kitty Neil, rise up from that wheel,
Your neat little foot will be weary from spinning,
Come trip down with me to the sycamore tree,
Half the parish is there and the dance is beginning."

[Chorus]
"Sweet Kitty Neil, rise up from that wheel,
Your neat little foot will be weary from spinning,
Come trip down with me to the sycamore tree,
Half the parish is there and the dance is beginning.".