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