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.