Lovely Katie of Liskehaun


You gentle Muses, I pray excuse me
Your kind infusion now grant once more
Till I praise a maiden sweet and engaging
She’s lovely Venus I do adore
Unless you’ll aid me, my art will fail me
A sketch most pleasing I must have drawn
And still I’m eager from heart to please her
Sweet lovely Katie of Liskehaun

One frosty morning while passing north-ways
By Limerick suburbs I chanced to meet
My darling phoenix I mean young Katie.
And she coming early up William Street
Her blue eyes beaming, their dart prevailing
Her conversation was mild and warm
My heart was breaking for to be leaving
Sweet lovely Katie of Liskehaun

In the evening early when home returning
Alone by a hayrick I did her see
As if quite conscious her aspect fearful
That lovely fair one would shrink from me
I would rather than the flocks of Damer
Or the cattle grazing on O’Donnell’s lawn
That on the hay bench, I could be seated
With lovely Katie of Liskehaun

Although young Katie is a rich young lady
And far superior in wealth for me
Yet while acquainted, she is kind and faithful
By long experience, I this can see
In the fruit season when the road seems weary
And I going early back to Drishawn
All my consolation was seeing young Katie
That lovely maiden of Liskehaun

If you seen young Katie dressed out so gaily
For pleasure facing along the street
She appeared the sweetest most modest creature
And was admired by all who did her meet
Her golden fair locks in curls waving
Down on her waist, her fine ringlets shone
And in every feature, the pride of nature
Was lovely Katie of Liskehaun

If Jason famous had known young Katie
With her he’d sail to the Persian shore
And bold Ulysses for to release her
The briny regions he would search o’er
And you know Paris, the Trojan hero
Who brought Queen Helen to King Priam
He would venture greater his bride to make her
Sweet lovely Katie of Liskehaun

Farewell, dear Katie, I now must leave you
The train from Limerick is passing by
It checks me freely and bids me stay with
The lovely maiden of Bunratty
But summer season and times are changing
Once more I’ll stray back from fair Drishawn
And make application to my sweet young Katie
That lovely fair one of Liskehaun


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