Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
Ireland: Vol. V. 1876–79.

Killarney, the Lakes

Kate Kearney

By Anonymous

O, SHOULD you e’er meet with Kate Kearney,

Who lives near the lakes of Killarney,

Of her dark eyes beware, for love’s witching snare

Lies hid in the glance of Kate Kearney.

For those eyes, so seducingly beaming,

Will kill ere of mischief you ’re dreaming;

And who dares to view her cheek’s rosy hue

Must die by the spell of Kate Kearney!

At eve, should you meet this Kate Kearney,

On the balm-breathing banks of Killarney,

Of her smile, O, beware, for fatal ’s the snare

Concealed in the smile of Kate Kearney.

Though her hair o’er her snowy neck ’s streaming,

Her looks with simplicity teeming,

Beware ere you sip the balm from her lip,

For fatal ’s the breath of Kate Kearney!