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 Kilkenny's a pretty town, and shines were it stands,

And the more I think on it, the more my heart warms.

For if I was in Kilkenny I‘d think myself at home,

For it's there I get sweethearts, but here I get none.

Fal de ral, &c.

As you mean to set sail for the land of delight,

And in wedlock’s soft hamocks to swing every night;

If you hope that your voyage successful shou’d prove,

Fill your sails with affection, your cabins with love.

If you hope, &c.

Let your heart, like the main-mast, be ever upright,

And the union you boast, like our takle, be tight;

Of the shoals of indiff'rence be sure to keep clear,

And the quicksands of jealousy never come near.