Girls Of Coleraine 가사

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 ne'er 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.