Burl Ives - Girls of Coleraine lyrics

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.