Four Popular Songs (1)/Kathleen O'Moore

Kathleen O'More.

⁠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 glossv black her eyes were dark blue
⁠Her colour still changing her smiles 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

⁠Cold was the night-breeze that sigh d round her bower
⁠It chill'd my poor Kathleen she drooped from that hour,
And I lost my poor Kathleen my own little
⁠Kathleen my Kathleen O

⁠The bird of all birds that I love the best,
⁠Is the Robin that in the churchyard builds his nest,
For he seems to watch Kathleen hops lightly on
⁠Kathleen my Kathleen O