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264: POPULAR SONGS.
Her hair glossy black, her eyes were dark blue,
Her colour stiil cbangin;^, her smile ever new,
So pretty was Kathleen, my svveet little Kathleen,
My Kathleen O.
She railk'd the dun cow that ne'er offer'd to stir ;
Though wicked it was, it was gentle to her.
So kind was my Kathleen, my poor little Kathleen »
My Kathleen O.
She sat at the door one cold afternoon,
To hear the wind blow, and to look at the moon.
So pensive was Kathleen, my poor little Kathleen,
My Kathleen O.
Cold was the night-breeze that sighed round her
bower.
It chill'd my poor Kathleen, she droop'd from that
hour,
I lost my poor Kathleen, my own little Kathleen,
My Kathleen O.
The bird of all birds that I love the best,
Is the Robin which in the church-yard builds his
nest,
For he seems to watch Kathleen, hops lightly on
Kathleen,
My Kathleen O.
PULL AWAY, JOLLY BOYS.
Words by the Ettrick Shepherd.
Here we go upon the tide,
Pull away, ye hoy boys,
With Heaven for our guide,
Pull away.
Here's a weather-beaten tar,
Britain's glory still his star.