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 Why flash those sparks of fury from

your eyes?

Remember when the judgment's weak

the prejudice is strong,

A stranger why will you despise?

Ply me, try me,

Prove e'er you deny me;

If you cast me off, you'll blast me,

Never more to rise.

Pray, Goody, &c.

O did you ne'er hear of Kate Kearney?

She lives on the banks of Killarney;

From the glance of her eye,

Shun danger and fly,

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.

O should you e'er meet this Kate Kearney,

Who lives on the banks of Killarney,