School: Kilcomreagh (roll number 9429)
- Location:
- Cill Chruimthir Fhiachrach, Co. na hIarmhí
- Teacher: B. Hickey
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The Schools’ Collection, Volume 0733, Page 210
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- (continued from previous page)But why did you leave me, of them to bereave me
Oh, tell me, my darling, sure I was not poor
Oh, had I not wealth, yes dear, and had health
And a loving heart better than all
Oh yes, and had youth, a proud heart, and truth
But darling you did me enthrall
But on my side there's honour, the guilt is upon her
Oh, cruel and spiritless dame
All hopes they must perish, no more may I cherish
The idea of changing your name
But yet you may grieve, and your young bosom heave
When you think on the pleasure that's flown
But may joy and health attend you with wealth
'Twas all but love's folly, sweet Katie McKeown.
- Come crop your wig, you blood Whig
Your belly is big with Irish beef
And you may scoff and at us laugh
Whilst port you quaff you Saxon thief
But now no more will you adore(continues on next page)
