Boys of Kilkenny

Lyrics

The Boys of Kilkenny are stout roving blades
Whenever they meet with the nice little maids
They kiss them and coax them and spend money free
Of all towns in Ireland, Kilkenny’s for me
Of all towns in Ireland, Kilkenny’s for me

In the Town of Kilkenny, there runs a clear stream
In the Town of Kilkenny, there lives a fair dame
Her lips are like roses, her cheeks much the same
Like a dish of fresh strawberries covered in cream
Like a dish of fresh strawberries covered in cream

Her eyes are as black as Kilkenny’s famed coal
Which through my poor bosom have burnt a big hole
Her mind like its river is mild, clear and pure
But her heart is more hard nor its marble I’m sure
Her heart is more hard nor its marble I’m sure

Kilkenny’s a fine town, it shines where it stands
The more I think on it, the more my heart warms
If I was in Kilkenny, I’d think myself at home
For it’s there I’d have sweethearts, but here I have none
It’s there I’d have sweethearts, but here I have none

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Songs of Kilkenny


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Kilkenny


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