“ KILKENNY.
Oh! the boys of Kilkenny are brave roaring
blades,
And if ever they meet with the nice little maids,
They’ll kiss them, and coax them, and spend
their money free,
And of all towns in Ireland Kilkenny for me,
And of all towns, &c.
In the town of Kilkenny there runs a clear
stream,
In the town of Kilkenny there lives a fair
dame,
Hercheeks are like roses, her lips much the
same,
Like a dish of fresh strawberries smother’d in
cream. ”

“ Sare sare I mane, yet a' in vain,
⁠They're happiest when I mourn.
Yestreen he pass'd at trystin' time;
⁠ Then out to him I flew;
He tauld me that his heart was mine;
⁠And I'm sure 'tis true.
Sae I'll be true to ilka vow,
⁠Let mither flyte or fliug:
In Johnie's ha' ere Beltan blaw,
⁠I'll wear the bridal ring.
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago. ”

“ THE LAIRD’S COURTSHIP.
The Laird o‘ Cockpen he‘s proud an‘ he‘s
great;
His mind is ta‘en up wi‘ matters o‘ state.
He wanted a wife his braw house to keep;
But favour wi‘ wooin‘ was fashious to seek. ”