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From her love-beaming eyeWhat mortal can fly,Unsubdued by the glance of Kate Kearney?For that eye, so seducingly beaming,Assures me of mischief she's dreaming,And I feel 'tis in vainTo fly from the chainThat binds me to lovely Kate Kearney.
At eve when I've met this Kate Kearney,On the flow'r-mantled banks of Killarney,Her smile would impartThrilling joy to my heart,As I gaz'd on the charming Kate KearneyOn the banks of Killarney reclining,My bosom to rapture resigning,I've felt the keen smartOf love's fatal dart,And inhal'd the warm sigh of Kate Kearney.
SANDY FAR AWA.
Tune—Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Doon
Draw near ye warblers wild, in woeConvene and aid my mournfu' strain;Thou wimpling stream in silence flowWhile by thy margin I complain.Ye gaudy flow'rs by Nature blown,Ye emblems o' the Summer braw,
