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Show KATHLEEN. Thr pot In old Ireland I'rrr longing to tea, There's a heart, ihure I know that Is loyal to met To the promise she gave 'neath the bright ky so blue O, I know there's a heart that beats hon est and true JWrMnt She's the star of my eye, shure, my hope and my queen, O, Qod bless you, and keep you, my Irish coleen. And a face of such beauty an angel might claim, she's my own Irish coleen and Kathleen's her name When I next get a glimpse of old Erin's green shore, My darling will be there to greet me once more , I'll build a neat cot on the green mountain moun-tain side, And live quite contented with Kathleen, my brldel (Airs Widow Machreo.) Thomas Murnlen. Oakland, California, |