Kate OBelashanny
Seek up and down, both fair and brown, We've purty lasses many,
O; But brown or fair, one girl most rare, The Flow'r o' Belashanny,
O. As straight is she as poplar-tree (Tho' not as aisy shaken,
O,) And walks so proud among the crowd, For queen she might be taken,
O. From top to toe, where'er you go, The loveliest girl of any,
O,— Ochone! your mind I find unkind, Sweet Kate o' Belashanny,
O! One summer day the banks were gay, The Erne in sunshine glancin' there, The big cascade its music play'd And set the salmon dancin' there. Along the green my Joy was seen; Some goddess bright I thought her there; The fishes, too, swam close, to view Her image in the water there. From top to toe, where'er you go, The loveliest girl of any,
O,— Ochone! your mind I find unkind, Sweet Kate o' Belashanny,
O! My dear, give ear!—the river's near, And if you think I'm shammin' now, To end my grief I'll seek relief Among the trout and salmon, now; For shrimps and sharks to make their marks, And other watery vermin there; Unless a mermaid saves my life,— My wife, and me her merman there. From top to toe, where'er you go, The loveliest girl of any,
O,— Mavrone! your mind I find unkind, Sweet Kate o' Belashanny,
O! 'Tis all in vain that I complain; No use to coax or chide her there; As far away from me as Spain, Although I stand beside her there. O cruel Kate! since that's my fate, I'll look for love no more in you; The seagull's screech as soon would reach Your heart, as me implorin' you. Tho' fair you are, and rare you are, The loveliest flow'r of any,
O,— Too proud and high,—good-bye, say I, To Kate o' Belashanny,
O!
William Allingham
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