Kitty Of Coleraine - Mary O'Hara-歌词

Kitty Of Coleraine - Mary O'Hara

As beautiful kitty one morning was tripping

With a pitcher of milk from the fair of Coleraine

When she saw him she stumbled the pitcher it tumbled

And all the sweet buttermilk watered the plain

Oh what shall I do now 'twas looking at you now

Sure sure such a pitcher I'll never meet again

'Twas the pride of my dairy oh barney mccleary

You're sent as a plague on the girls of Coleraine

He sat down beside her and gently did chide her

That such a misfortune should give her such pain

A kiss then he gave her and before he did leave her

She vowed for such pleasure she'd break it again

'Twas haymaking season I can't tell the reason

Misfortune will never come single 'tis plain

For very soon after poor kitty's disaster

The divil a pitcher was whole in Coleraine