Burl Ives - Girls of Coleraine - Текст песни

Burl Ives - Girls of Coleraine

 As beautiful Kitty one morning was tripping,
 With a pitcher of milk from the fair of Coleraine,
 When she saw him she stumbled, the pitcher it tumbled,
 And all the sweet buttermilk watered the plain.
 Oh! What shall I do now, 'twas looking at you now,
 Sure, sure, such a pitcher I'll ne'er meet again.
 'Twas the pride of my dairy, Oh, Barney McCleary,
 You're sent as a plague on the girls of Coleraine.

 He sat down beside her and gently did chide her,
 That such a misfortune should give her such pain.
 A kiss then he gave her, and before he did leave her,
 She vowed for such pleasure, she'd break it again.
 'Twas haymaking season, I can't tell the reason,
 Misfortune will never come single 'tis plain,
 For very soon after poor Kitty's disaster,
 The divil a pitcher was whole in Coleraine.