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.
Tune-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,
