Down by the river where the green grass grows,
There sits Mary washing her clothes.
She sings, she sings, she sings so sweet.
She calls to her sweetheart across the street.
Patrick, Patrick wonâ€™t you come to tea,
Come next Sunday at half past three.
Tea cakes, lardy cakes, everything youâ€™ll see.
Oh wonâ€™t we have a jolly time at half past three.