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 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 Kearney.

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,

As I gazed on the charming Kate Kearney,

On the banks of Killarney reclining,

My bosom to rapture resigning,

Ive felt the keen smart

Of love's fatal dart,

And inhal'd the warm sigh of Kate Kearney.

SANDY FAR AWA.

-Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Doon

Draw near ye warblers wild, in woe

Convene and aid my mournfu' strain;

Thou wimpling stream in silence flow

While by thy margin I complain.

Ye gaudy flow'rs by Nature blown,

Ye emblems o' the Summer braw,