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She op'd the door, ſhe let me in,
 * I cuist aſide my dreepin' plaidie ;

"Blaw your warst ye win's an rain,
 * Since Maggie now I'm in aſide ye."

Now ſince ye're wauken Maggie,
 * Now ſince ye're wauken Maggie,

What care I for howlets' cry,
 * For bour-tree bank, or warlock craigie.

O did you not hear of Kate Kearney? She lives on the banks of Killarney; From the glance of her eye, shun danger,


 * For fatal's the glance of Kate Kearney:

For that eye is ſo modeſtly beaming, You'd ne'er think of miſchief ſhe's dreaming, Yet oh! I can tell how fatal the ſpell,
 * That lurks in the eye of Kate Kearney.

Oh! ſhould you e'er meet this Kate Kearney, Who lives on the banks of Killarney, Beware of her ſmile, for many a wile
 * Lies hid in the ſmile of Kate Kearney.