Kitty of Coleraine

Kitty of Coleraine - Bing Crosby (平克·勞斯)/Sonny Tufts

As beautiful Kitty one morning was tripping

With a pitcher of milk from the fair of Coleraine

When she saw him she stumbled

The pitcher it tumbled

And all the sweet buttermilk

Spilled on the plain

She said to me you know

Oh What shall I do now

Sure sure such a pitcher

I'll never own again

'Twas the pride of my dairy

Oh Barney McCleary

You're sent as a plague on

The girls of Coleraine

He shall a cold

He shall a cold

He shall a cold

I sat down beside her

And gently did chide her

That broken will teach her

Would give her such pain

A kiss then I gave her

And that I did leave her

She vowed for such pleasure

She'd break it again

'Twas haymaking season

I can't tell the reason

Misfortune will never come single 'tis plain

For very soon after poor Kitty's disaster

The divil a pitcher was left in Coleraine