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Tho' ſhe look ſo bewitchingly ſimple,
There's miſchief in every dimple ;
And who dares inhale her mouth's ſpicy gale
Muſt die by the breath of Kate Kearney.
ANSWER TO KATE KEARNEY.
Oh! yes, I have ſeen this Kate Kearney,
Who lives near the lake of Killarney,
From her love beaming eye what mortal
can fly,
Unſubdu'd by the glance of Kate Kearney?
For that eye, ſo ſeducingly beaming,
Aſſures me of miſchiefs e's dreaming:
And I feei 'tis in vain to fly from the chain
That binds me to lovely Kate Kearney.
At eve when I've met this Kate Kearney,
On the flow'r mantled banks of Killarney,
Her ſmile would impart thrilling joy to
my heart,
As I gaz'd on the charming Kate Kearney.
On the banks of Killarney reclining,
My boſom to rapture reſigning,
I've felt the keen ſmart of love's fatal dart,
And inhal'd the warm ſigh of Kat Kearney,
F I N I S.
