American Old Time Song Lyrics: 02 The Boys Of Kilkenny

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Oh, the boys of Kilkenny are brave roaring blades,
And if ever they meet with the nice little maids,
They'll kiss them and coax them, and spend their money free;
Of all the towns in Ireland, Kilkenny for me.

In the town of Kilkenny there runs a clear strame,
In the town of Kilkenny there lives a pretty dame,
Her lips are like roses and her mouth much the same,
Like a dish of fresh strawberries smother'd in crame.

Her eyes are as black as Kilkenny's large coal,
Which through my poor bosom has burnt a large hole;
Her mind, like'its river, is mild, clear, and pure,
But her heart is more hard than its marble I'm sure.

Kilkenny's a pretty town, and shines where it stands,
And tie more I think of it the more my heart warms;
If I was at Kilkenny, I should then be at home,
For there I got sweethearts, but here can get none.

I'll build my love a castle on Kilkenny's free ground;
Neither lords, dukes, nor squires shall e'er pull it down;
And in any one should ask you to tell him my name,
I am an Irish exile, and from Kilkenny I came.
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