Collection of eighty street ballads on forty sheets, mostly with a woodcut printed at London, the majority by J. Catnach (18201830). London: n.p., n.d. University of Minnesota Libraries. WILSON Rare Books Quarto 830.1l C683.
Pasted to album leaf 21: broadside containing "Kate Kearney"
(left column) and "Boyn Water"
<Image: wood engraving showing a robust woman in a low-cut dress, her right arm on her hip and her left carrying a basket.>
O Did you not hear of Kate Kearn<e>y,
She lives on the banks of Killarney
From the glance of her eye shun danger and fly,
For fatal's the glance of Kate Kearney;
For that eye is so modestly beaming,
You'd ne'er think of mischief she's dreaming.
Yet Oh I can tell how fatal's the spell,
That lurks in the eye of Kate Kearney.
Oh should you e'er meet this Kate Kearney
Who lives on the Banks of Killarney,
Beware of her smile for many a wile,
Lies hid in the smile of Kate Kearney;
Though she looks so bewitchingly simple,
There's mischief in every dimple,
And who dare inhale her mouth's spicy gale,
Must die by the breath of Kate Kearney.
O Yes I have seen this Kate Kearney,
Who lives near the lake of Killarney
From her love beaming eye what mortal can fly,
Unsubdued by the glance of Kate Kearney;
For that eye so bewitchingly beaming,
Assures me of mischief she's dreaming,
And I feel 'tis in vain to fly from the chain,
That binds me to lovely Kate Kearney.
At eve when I've met this Kate Kearney
On the flower mantled banks of Killarney
Her smile would impart thrilling joy to my heart,
As I gaz'd on the charming Kate Kearney;
On the banks of Killarney reclining,
My bosom to rapture resigning,
I've felt the keen smart of love's fatal dart,
And inhal'd the warm sigh of Kate Kearney.
Department of English, University of Minnesota
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