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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!