Kitty Of Coleraine

As beautiful Kitty one morning was tripping,         With a pitcher of milk from the fair of Coleraine,     When she saw me she stumbled, the pitcher it tumbled,         And all the sweet buttermilk water'd the plain.     "O, 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: O Barney M'Cleary!         You're sent as a plague to the girls of Coleraine."     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, and ere 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,         Misfortunes will never come single, that's plain,     For, very soon after poor Kitty's disaster,         The devil a pitcher was whole in Coleraine.