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 Beware of her smile,

For many a wile

Lies hid in the smile of Kate Kearney.

Tho' she looks 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.

Oh yes, I have seen this Kate Kearney,

Who lives near the of Killarney;

From her love-beaming eye,

What mortal can fly,

Unsubdued by the glance of Kate Kearney?

For that eye, so seducingly beaming,

Assures me of mischief she's dreaming,

And I feel 'tis in vain

To fly from the chain

That binds me to lovely Kate Kearley.

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,