8
KITTY OF COLRAIN.
As beautiful Kitty one morning was tripping,
with a pitcher of milk to the town of Colrain,
When she saw me she stumbled, the pitcher it tumbled,
and all the sweet butter-milk water’d the plain.
“Ah! what shall I do now,
"Twas looking at you now,
“Sure, sure such a pitcher I’ll ne’er see again;
“Twas the pride of my dairy,
“O Barney M‘Leary
“You’re sent as a plague to the girls of Colrain.”
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, before I did leave her,
She vow’d for such pleasure she’d break it again.
’Twas hay-making season—
I can’t tell the reason,
But single misfortunes come seldom, that’s plain,
For very soon after
Poor Kitty’s disaster,
The devil a pitcher was whole in Colrain!
F I N I S.
