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William Allingham - Kate O`Belashanny
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Seek up and down, both fair and brown,
    We`ve purty lasses many, O;
    But brown or fair, one girl most rare,
    The Flow`r o` Belashanny, O.
    As straight is she as poplar-tree
    (Tho` not as aisy shaken, O,)
    And walks so proud among the crowd,
    For queen she might be taken, O.
        From top to toe, where`er you go,
        The loveliest girl of any, O,—
        Ochone! your mind I find unkind,
        Sweet Kate o` Belashanny, O!

    One summer day the banks were gay,
    The Erne in sunshine glancin` there,
    The big cascade its music play`d
    And set the salmon dancin` there.
    Along the green my Joy was seen;
    Some goddess bright I thought her there;
    The fishes, too, swam close, to view
    Her image in the water there.
        From top to toe, where`er you go,
        The loveliest girl of any, O,—
        Ochone! your mind I find unkind,
        Sweet Kate o` Belashanny, O!

    My dear, give ear!—the river`s near,
    And if you think I`m shammin` now,
    To end my grief I`ll seek relief
    Among the trout and salmon, now;
    For shrimps and sharks to make their marks,
    And other watery vermin there;
    Unless a mermaid saves my life,—
    My wife, and me her merman there.
        From top to toe, where`er you go,
        The loveliest girl of any, O,—
        Mavrone! your mind I find unkind,
        Sweet Kate o` Belashanny, O!

    `Tis all in vain that I complain;
    No use to coax or chide her there;
    As far away from me as Spain,
    Although I stand beside her there.
    O cruel Kate! since that`s my fate,
    I`ll look for love no more in you;
    The seagull`s screech as soon would reach
    Your heart, as me implorin` you.
        Tho` fair you are, and rare you are,
        The loveliest flow`r of any, O,—
        Too proud and high,—good-bye, say I,
        To Kate o` Belashanny, O!
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