Five popular songs (1)/Kilkenny

KILKENNY.

Oh! the boys of Kilkenny are brave roaring 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, &c.

In the town of Kilkenny there runs a clear stream,
In the town of Kilkenny there lives a fair dame,
Hercheeks are like roses, her lips much the same,
Like a dish of fresh strawberries smother’d in cream.
Fal de ral, de ral, de ral, lal, ra, la, la, la

Her eyes are as black as Kilkenny’s large coal,
Which through my poor bosom have burnt a big hole;
Her mind, like its rivers, is mild, clear and pure,
But her hear is more hard than its marble, I’m sure.
Fal de ral, &c.

Kilkenny’s is pretty town, and shines where it stands,
And the more I think on it the more my heart warms;
For if was in Kilkenny I’d think myself at home,
For its there I’d get sweathearts, but here I get none.
Fal de ral, &c.