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 Now farewell light, thou sunshine bright,

And all beneath the sky;

May coward shame distain his name,

The wretch that dares not die.

Sae rantingly, sae wantonly,

Sae dauntingly gaed he;

He play’d a spring, and danc’d it round,

Below the gallows tree.

My love, still I think that I see her once more,

But alas, she has left me her loss to deplore,

My own little Kathleen, my poor lost Kathleen, my

Kathleen, O.

Her hair glossy black, her eyes were dark blue,

Her colour still changing, her smile ever new,

So pretty was Kathleen, my sweet little Kathleen, my

Kathleen, O.

She milk’d the dun cow that ne’er offer’d to stir,

Though wicked it was, it was gentle to her,

So kind was my Kathleen, my poor little Kathleen,

my Kathleen, O.

She sat at the door one cold afternoon,

To hear the wind blow, and to look at the moon,

So pensive was Kathleen, my poor little Kathleen, my

Kathleen, O.