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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 it tumbled, And all the sweet buttermilk water'd the plain. Oh! what shall I do now, 'twas looking at you now, Sure such a fine pitcher ne'er see 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 before I did leave her, She vow'd 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 devil a pitcher was whole in Coleraine
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