Oh have you not heard of Kate Kearney, Who
lives on the banks of Kilarney, At the glance of her eye, Shun danger and fly, For fatal's the look of Kate Kearney.
While
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 That
lurks in the eye of Kate Kearney.
O should you e'er meet this Kate Kearney, Who lives on the banks of Kilarney, Beware
of her smile, for many a wile, Lies hid in the smile of Kate Kearney.
Tho' she looks so bewitchingly simple, There's
mischief in every dimple; And who dares inhale Her mouth's spicy gale, Must die by the breath of Kate Kearney
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