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6 Yestreen he pass'd at trystin' time;

Then out to him I flew;

He tauld me that his heart was mine;

And I'm sure 'tis true.

Sae I'll be true to ilka vow,

Let mither flyte or fliugfling [sic]:

In Johnie's ha' ere Beltan blaw,

I'll wear the bridal ring.

KILKENNY.

Oh! the boys of Kilkenny are brave roaring

blades,

And if ever they meet with the nice little maids,

They’ll kiss them, and coax them, and spend

their money free,

And of all towns in Ireland Kilkenny for me,

And of all towns, &c.

In the town of Kilkenny there runs a clear

stream,

In the town of Kilkenny there lives a fair

dame,

Hercheeks are like roses, her lips much the

same,

Like a dish of fresh strawberries smother’d in

cream.

Fal de ral, de ral, de ral, lal, ra, la, la, la