Oh have you not heard of Kate Kearney,
lives on the banks of Kilarney,
At the glance of her eye,
Shun danger and fly,
For fatal's the look of Kate Kearney.
her eyes are so modestly beaming,
You'd ne'er think of mischief she's dreaming:
Yet oh, I can tell how fatal's the spell
lurks in the eye of Kate Kearney.
O should you e'er meet this Kate Kearney,
Who lives on the banks of Kilarney,
of her smile,
for many a wile,
Lies hid in the smile of Kate Kearney.
Tho' she looks so bewitchingly simple,
mischief in every dimple;
And who dares inhale
Her mouth's spicy gale,
Must die by the breath of Kate Kearney