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THE KERRY COW
“O what are you seekin', my pretty colleen,
So sadly, tell me now?”
“O'er mountain and plain I'm seekin' in vain,
Kind sir, for my Kerry cow.”
So sadly, tell me now?”
“O'er mountain and plain I'm seekin' in vain,
Kind sir, for my Kerry cow.”
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“Is she black as the night, with a star of white
Above her bonny brow?
And as clever to clear the dykes as a deer?”
“That's just my own Kerry cow.”
Above her bonny brow?
And as clever to clear the dykes as a deer?”
“That's just my own Kerry cow.”
“Then cast your eye into that field of wheat;
She's there as large as life!”
“My bitter disgrace! howe'er shall I face
The farmer and his wife?”
She's there as large as life!”
“My bitter disgrace! howe'er shall I face
The farmer and his wife?”
“Since the farmer's unwed, you've no cause for dread
From his wife, you must allow;
And for kisses three—'tis myself is he—
The farmer will free your cow.”
From his wife, you must allow;
And for kisses three—'tis myself is he—
The farmer will free your cow.”
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