This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1858 Excerpt: ... in the eye of Kate Kearney. 0, should you e'er meet this Kate Kearney, Who lives on the banks of Killarney, Beware of her smile, for many a wilo Lies hid in the smile of Kate Kearney. Though she looks so bewitchingly simple, There's mischief in every dimple; Who dares inhale her mouth's spicy gale Must die by the ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1858 Excerpt: ... in the eye of Kate Kearney. 0, should you e'er meet this Kate Kearney, Who lives on the banks of Killarney, Beware of her smile, for many a wilo Lies hid in the smile of Kate Kearney. Though she looks so bewitchingly simple, There's mischief in every dimple; Who dares inhale her mouth's spicy gale Must die by the breath of Kate Kearney. MOTHER, HE'S GOING AWAY. Samuel Lovee. Music by S. Lovee. "Sure, now, what are you crying for, Nelly? Don't be blubbering there like a fool, With the weight of the grief, faith, I tell ye, Ye'll break down the three-legged stool. I stippose, now, you're crying for Barney, But don't b'lieve a word that he'd say: He tells nothirlg but big lies and blarney; Sure you know how he served poor Kate Kearney--" "But mother!"--" Oh, bother I" "But mother, he's going away, And I dream'd t'other night Of his ghost all in white;--Oh, mother! he's going away." "If he's going away, all the better, --Blessed hour when he's out of your sight; There's one comfort, you can't get a letter, For yer neither can read nor can write. Why, 'twas only last week you protested, When he courted fat Biddy Macree, That tho sight of the scamp you detested, --AVid abuse, sure, your tongue never rested." "But mother!"--" Oh, bother!" "But mother, he's going away; And I dream'd that his ghost Walk'd round my bed-post;--Oh, mother, he's going away." KATTY AVOUENEEN. Desmoid Rtait. Muric by F. N. Citoucit. Twas a cold winter's night, and the tempest was snarling, The snow like a sheet cover'd cabin and sty, When Barney flew over the hills to his darling, And rapp'd at the window where Katty did lie. "Arrah, jewel," says he, "are you sleepin' or wakin'? It's a cold bitte...
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