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O, meet me in the valley, Katy, darling,

And our vows of love we'll pledge tonight.

Faith, I'm smiling at your fears, Katy, darling,

Then you say you never can be mine

I've sworn by heaven, Katy, darling, That this heart, love, alone was thine I The sun is sweetly shining,

With his face so clear and bright, O, come to your lover, Katy, darling, Ere the morning change into night.


O, THE boys of Kilkenny, are brave roving blades,

And if ever they meet with the nice little maids,

They'll kiss them, and coax them, and spend their money free,

And of all towns in Ireland, Kilkenny

for me.

And of all towns, etc.

In the town of Kilkenny there runs a clear stream,

In the town of Kilkenny there dwells a pretty dame;

Her cheeks are like roses, her lips much the same,

Like a dish of fresh strawberries smothered in cream.

Fal de ral, etc.

Her eyes are as black as Kilkenny's large coal,

Which through my poor bosom have burned a big hole;

Her mind, like its rivers, is mild, clear and pure,

But her heart is more hard than its marble, I'm sure.

Fal de ral, etc.

Kilkenny's a pretty town, and shines where it stands,

And the more I think on it, the more my heart warms;

For if I was in Kilkenny, I'd think myself at home,

For its there I'd get sweethearts, but

here I get none.

Fal de ral, etc.

COLLEEN DHAS CRUTHIN AMOE. THE beam on the streamlet was playing, The dewdrop still hung on the thorn, When a blooming young couple wa straying,

To taste the mild fragrance of morn. He sighed as he breathed forth his ditty, And she felt her breast softly to grow; O, look on your lover with pity,

Ma Colleen dhas Cruthin Amoe.

Whilst green is yon bank's mossy pillow, Or evening shall weep the soft tear, Or the streamlet shall steal 'neath the


So long shall thy image be dear. O, fly to these arms for protection, If pierced by the arrow of woe, Then smile on my tender affection,

Ma Colleen dhas Cruthin Amoe. She sighed as his ditty was ended,

Her heart was too full to reply; O, joy and compassion was blended,

To light the inild beam of my eye. He kissed her soft hand: what above thee,

Could heaven, in its bounty, bestow? He kissed her soft cheek: O, I love thee, Ma Colleen dhas Cruthin Amoe.


O, ERIN, my country! though strangers may roam

The hills and the valleys I once called my own,

Thy lakes and thy mountains no longer I see,

Yet warmly as ever my heart beats for thee.

O cushlamachree,

My heart beats for thee,
Erin! Erin! my heart beats for

Though years have rolled over since last time we met,

Yet lived I a thousand I could not forget

The true hearts that loved me,

eyes that shone

Like stars in the heavens, of days that are gone.

the bright

O cushlamachree, etc.

Dear home of my youth, I may see thee

no more; Yet memory treasures the bright days of yore,

And my heart's latest wish, the last sigh of my breast,

Shall be given to thee, dearest land of the west.

O cushlamachree, etc.


UPON a fair morning for soft recreation, I heard a fair lady making great moan, With sighing, and sobbing, and sad lamentation,

Saying, my blackbird most royal is

My thoughts they deceive me,
Reflection doth grieve me,

And I'm overburdened with sad misery;
Yet if death it should blind me,
As true love inclines me,

My blackbird I'll seek out wherever he be.

Once in fair England my blackbird did flourish;

He was the chief flower that in it did


Prime ladies of honor his person did


Because that he was the true son of a


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