Kitty Of Coleraine - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
KITTY OF COLERAINE. 
As beautiful Kilty one morning was tripping, With a pitcher of milk from the fair of Coleraine. When she saw me she stumbled, the pitcher it tumbled, And all the sweet butter-milk water'd the plain. Oh! what shall I do now, 'twas looking at you now, Sure, sure such a pitcher I'll ne'er meet again, Twas the pride of my dairy, oh! Barney MacCleary, You're sent as a plague to the girls of Coleraine. 
I sat down beside her, and gently did chide her That such a misfortune should cause her such pain, A kiss then I gave her, and before I did leave her, She vowed for such pleasure she'd break it again. 'Twas hay-making season, I can't tell the reason, Misfortunes will never come single, 'tis plain; For very soon after poor Kitty's disaster. The devil a pitcher was whole in Coleraine.