AS beautiful Kitty one morning was tripping With a pitcher of milk from the fair of Coleraine, When she saw me she stumbled, the pitcher down tumbled, And all the sweet butter-milk watered 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! O 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 give her such pain; A kiss then I gave her, and, ere 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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RETURN (1) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON LA RONDE DU DIABLE by AMY LOWELL JUNIUS BRUTUS BOOTH by EDGAR LEE MASTERS GLASS HOUSES by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON READY TO KILL by CARL SANDBURG CLASS SONG (WHICH WILL BE SUNG ON THE 22ND OF FEBRUARY) by GEORGE SANTAYANA |