School: Baile Dubh (C.) (roll number 2493)

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1. Sweet Kate of Ballyduff (continued)

   

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   She'd still outwi' both paint and I
   Sweet "Kate of Ballyduff"

   I lay me on the bed she made
   My wearied limbs to rest
   Strange visions filled my frantic brain
   Strange feelings filled my breast
   I courted sleep, but the drowsy God
   Spread from me fast enough
   Until brought back by the silvery song
   of " Kate of Ballyduff".

   She sang a song of old Tom Moores
   And sang it with a will
   But the sweet music of her voice
   Went through my heart a trill -
   A trill which time can ever cure
   The placid seems a' rough
   She'd still outwi'both paint and I
   Sweet "Kate of Ballyduff"

   A bumper, Kate, I pledge you now,
   Come comrades fill your glass,
   And let the toast of all around
   Be health to this young lass
   Your glass is drained,
   Come fill again

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   History Edit

   Topics

   1. genre
      1. poetry
         1. folk poetry (~9,504)

   Language

   English

   Informant

   Mrs J. Herbert

   Gender

   Female

   Address

   Ballyduff, Co. Kerry