As beautiful Kitty one morning was tripping With a pitcher of milk, from the fair of Coleraine, When she saw me she stumbled, the pitcher it tumbled, And all the sweet buttermilk watered the plain. “O, what shall I do now—’t was looking at you now! Sure, sure, such a pitcher I ’ll ne’er meet again! ’T was the pride of my dairy: O Barney M’Cleary! You ’re sent as a plague to the girls of Coleraine.” I sat down beside her, and gently did chide her, That such a misfortune should give her such pain. A kiss then I gave her; and ere I did leave her, She vowed for such pleasure she ’d break it again. ’T was hay-making season—I can’t tell the reason— Misfortunes will never come single, ’t is plain; For very soon after poor Kitty’s disaster The devil a pitcher was whole in Coleraine.
Kitty of Coleraine
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