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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 393 |
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With drums and guns, and guns and drums
The enemy nearly slew ye ; My darling dear, you look so queer, Och, Johnny, I hardly knew ye ! " |
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KITTY OF COLERAINE1
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S beautiful Kitty one morning was tripping With a pitcher of milk for the fair of Coleraine, When she saw me she stumbled, the pitcher down tumbled, And all the sweet buttermilk watered the plain. "Oh, what shall I do now ! 'twas looking at you now,
I'm sure such a pitcher I'll ne'er see again. 'Twas the pride of my dairy—oh, Barney McCleary, 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 before I did leave her
She vowed for such pleasure she'd break it again. 'Twas the haymaking season—I can't tell the reason,
Misfortunes will never come single, 'tis plain, For very soon after poor Kitty's disaster,
The devil a pitcher was whole in Coleraine.
1 This very popular song, often wrongly attributed to Lysaght, is based on an old story, of which one version will be found in " La Cruche " by M. Autereau, a contemporary of La Fontaine, the fabulist, which is included in some editions of the latter's works. " Coleraine " is generally pronounced in Ireland Cotramt. |
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