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She op'd the door, ſhe let me in,
I cuist aſide my dreepin' plaidie ;
"Blaw your warst ye win's an rain,
Since Maggie now I'm in aſide ye."
Now ſince ye're wauken Maggie,
Now ſince ye're wauken Maggie,
What care I for howlets' cry,
For bour-tree bank, or warlock craigie.
BONNY KATE KEARNY.
O did you not hear of Kate Kearney?
She lives on the banks of Killarney;
From the glance of her eye, shun danger,
and fly,
For fatal's the glance of Kate Kearney:
For that eye is ſo modeſtly beaming,
You'd ne'er think of miſchief ſhe's dreaming,
Yet oh! I can tell how fatal the ſpell,
That lurks in the eye of Kate Kearney.
Oh! ſhould you e'er meet this Kate Kearney,
Who lives on the banks of Killarney,
Beware of her ſmile, for many a wile
Lies hid in the ſmile of Kate Kearney.
