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Broadside ballad entitled 'Kathleen O'More'
Sold by B Stewart, Botchergate, Carlisle.
My love still I think I sae her once more ;
My own little Kathleen, my poor lost Kathleen, O.
Her hair glossy black, her eyes were deep blue,
So pretty was Kathleen, my sweet little Kathleen, my
She milk'd the dun cow that ne'er offered to stir,
So kind was my Kathleen, my poor little Kathleen, my
She sat at the door one cold after noon,
To hear the wind blow and to look at the moon ;
So pensive was Kathleen, my poor little Kathleen, my
Cold was the night breeze that sigh'd round her bower,
The bird of all birds that I love the best,
W. R. Walker, Printer, Royal Arcade, Newcastle.
Probable period of publication:
1870-1890 shelfmark: L.C.1269(88b)