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10 In the town of Kilkenny there runs a clear stream, In the town of Kilkenny there lives a pretty dame, Her lips are like roses, and her mouth much the same, Like a dish of fresh strawberries smothered in cream. Fal de ral, &c.

Her eyes are as black as Kilkenny's large coal, Which through my poor bosom have burnt a big hole; Her mind, like its river, is mild, clear, and pure, But her heart is more hard than it marble I'm sure. Fal de ral, &c.

Kilkenny's pretty town, and shines where it stands, And the more time on it the more my For it I was in Kilkenny I'd think myself For it's there I get sweethearts, but here I get none. Fal de ral, &c.

BRAVE OLD COUNTRY GENTLEMAN.

I'LL sin you an old song that was made by an old pate. Of a worshipful old gentleman, who led an old estate; He kept a brave old mansion up, at a beautiful old rats, With a good old porter to relieve the old poor at his gate; He was a brave old country gentleman, and loved the olden time.

His hall so old was hung around with pikes, and guns, and bows With old swords and old bucklers, that had stood against old foes; And there his worship held his state, in doublet and trunk hose, And quaff'd his cup of good old wine to warm his good old nose Like a line old country gentleman, who loved, this oklen time.

When winter cold brought Christmas old, he o house to all, And though threescored and ten his years led the ball, Nor was the housecloth wanderer then d aft. For while he feared all the great, he n the small, Like a kind old country gentleman who loved the olden time.

But time, though old, I strong in flight, and years want swiftly by, And autumn's falling loaf foretold the old man he must die He laid him down and tranquilly gave up life's latest sigh, While a heavy sadness fall around, and tears dimm'd every eye For the last old country gentleman who loved the olden time.