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

Coleraine

Kitty of Coleraine

By Anonymous

AS beautiful Kitty one morning was tripping

With a pitcher of milk from the fair of Coleraine,

When she saw me she stumbled, the pitcher it tumbled,

And all the sweet buttermilk watered the plain.

O, what shall I do now, ’t was looking at you now,

Sure, sure, such a pitcher I ’ll ne’er meet again,

’T was the pride of my dairy, O Barney M’Leary,

You ’re sent as a plague to the girls of Coleraine.

I sat down beside her, and gently did chide her

That such a misfortune should give her such pain,

A kiss I then gave her,—before I did leave her,

She vowed for such pleasure she ’d break it again.

’T was hay-making season, I can’t tell the reason,

Misfortunes will never come single,—that ’s plain,

For very soon after poor Kitty’s disaster,

The devil a pitcher was whole in Coleraine.