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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 down 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 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 ere 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, ’tis plain,
For very soon after
Poor Kitty’s disaster,
The devil a pitcher was whole in Coleraine.
attr. to Edward Lysaght
