KITTY OF COLERAINE.
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S 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 water’d the plain. Oh, what shall I do now? ’Twas looking at you, now. Sure, sure, such a pitcher I’ll ne’er meet again. ’Twas the pride of my dairy. Oh, Barney M’Leary, 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. Before I did leave her, She vow’d for such pleasure she’d break it again. ’Twas haymaking season. I can’t tell the reason— Misfortunes will never come single—that’s plain— For very soon after poor Kitty’s disaster, The devil a pitcher was whole in Coleraine.
