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Tho' ſhe look 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.

O! yes, I have ſeen this Kate Kearney, Who lives near the lake of Killarney, From her love beaming eye what mortal
 * can fly,
 * Unſubdu'd by the glance of Kate Kearney?

For that eye, ſo ſeducingly beaming, Aſſures me of miſchiefs e's dreaming: And I feei 'tis in vain to fly from the chain
 * That binds me to lovely Kate Kearney.

At eve when I've met this Kate Kearney, On the flow'r mantled banks of Killarney, Her ſmile would impart thrilling joy to
 * my heart,
 * As I gaz'd on the charming Kate Kearney.

On the banks of Killarney reclining, My boſom to rapture reſigning, I've felt the keen ſmart of love's fatal dart,
 * And inhal'd the warm ſigh of Kat Kearney,