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 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 Kate

Kearney.

O Nannie, wilt thou gang wi' me,

Nor sigh to leave the flaunting town

Can silent glens have charms for thee,

The lowly cot, and russet gown?

Nae langer drest in silken sheen,

Nae langer deck'd wi' jewels rare,

Say, canst thou quit each courtly scene

Where thou wast fairest of the fair?

O Nannie, when thou'rt far awa,

Wilt thou not cast a look behind?

Say, canst thou face the flaky snaw,

Nor shrink before the warping wind

O can that saft and gentlest mien,

Severest hardships learn to bear,