Kate Kearny, with The Answer/Kate Kearney
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KATE KEARNEY.
O did you not hear of Kate Kearney?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 dreamingYet oh! I can tellHow fatal the spellThat 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 wileLies hid in the smile of Kate Kearney.Though she looks so bewitchingly simple,There's mischief in every dimple;And who dares inhaleHer mouth's spicy gale,Must die by the breath of Kate Kearney.