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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 365 |
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THE BOYS OF KILKENNY
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H, the boys of Kilkenny are nate roving blades, And whenever they meet with the nice little maids, They kiss them and coax them and spend their money
free ! Oh, of all the towns in Ireland, Kilkenny for me !
Through the town of Kilkenny there runs a clear
stream. In the town of Kilkenny there lives a fair dame: Her cheeks are like roses, and her lips much the same, Or a dish of ripe strawberries smothered in cream.
Her eyes are as black as Kilkenny's famed coal, And 'tis they through my poor heart have burned a
big hole; Her mind, like its river, is deep, clear and pure, And her heart is more hard than its marble I'm sure.
Oh, Kilkenny's a fine town, that shines where it stands, And the more I think on it the more my heart warms; If I was in Kilkenny I'd feel quite at home, For it's there I'd get sweethearts, but here I get none.
BRIAN O'LINN1
B
RIAN O'Linn was a gentleman born, His hair it was long and his beard unshorn, His teeth were out and his eyes far in — " I'm a wonderful beauty," says Brian O'Linn !
1 This version is made up from several in the possession of Mr. P. J. McCall, of Dublin. The last verse figures in most collections of " The Rhymes and Jingles of Mother Goose." |
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