Five popular songs (1)/Kilkenny

KILKENNY.

Oh! the boys of Kilkenny are brave roaring
⁠blades,
And if ever they meet with the nice little maids,
They’ll kiss them, and coax them, and spend
⁠their money free,
And of all towns in Ireland Kilkenny for me,
⁠And of all towns, &c.

In the town of Kilkenny there runs a clear
⁠stream,
In the town of Kilkenny there lives a fair
⁠dame,
Hercheeks are like roses, her lips much the
⁠same,
Like a dish of fresh strawberries smother’d in
⁠cream.
⁠Fal de ral, de ral, de ral, lal, ra, la, la, la

Her eyes are as black as Kilkenny’s large coal,
Which through my poor bosom have burnt a
⁠big hole;
Her mind, like its rivers, is mild, clear and
⁠pure,
But her hear is more hard than its marble,
⁠I’m sure.
⁠Fal de ral, &c.

Kilkenny’s is pretty town, and shines where
⁠it stands,
And the more I think on it the more my
⁠heart warms;
For if was in Kilkenny I’d think myself at
⁠home,
For its there I’d get sweathearts, but here I
⁠get none.
⁠Fal de ral, &c.