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Entr'acte
No. 9 - Song - Dick - "Kitty O'Brien."
| Dick: | O the kind of a swateheart for me, Do ye moind, Is young Kitty O'Brien and she lives near Killarney. Ye may have a kiss if it's stale yaire inclined, And she'll give ye as good as ye give her in Blarney. Don't try to decave for she will not belave She knows by the look of ye what ye are after, If ye sigh that ye die for the glance of her eye, Then the divil himself couldn't dale wid her laughter. Thin it's arrah mavourneen have pity, The beautiful cold hearted Kitty, For love of ye, dear, I'm wastin' away and dyin', Wid the sighin' and yearnin' and frettin', D'ye moind dear how thin I am gettin'. And it's only becaze I fear I may lose ye, me beautiful Kitty O'Brien. Then it's och hone cushla machree Won't ye love me, my Colleen astore. |
| O, her aye is the finest that Ireland can show, Just exceptin' one only, and that is the other. To find such a foot 'round the world sye might go; But ye'd never succeed so ye'd better not bother. Her hand would drive envyin' Duchesses mad. Sometimes ye can take it; At others, it's risky, O, she smiles like a beautiful angel who's had Just the laste taste in life of most elegant whisky. Thin it's arrah mavourneen have pity, The beautiful cold hearted Kitty, For love of ye, dear, I'm wastin' away and dyin', Ye have ways so provokin' and plazin', Wid your tazin' I'm losin' me rasin. Sure me baushee will come and haunt ye forever, Me beautiful Kitty O'Brien. Then it's "Whist go way wid your blarney, ye spalpane," says Kitty O'Brien. Whist! go 'way. |
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American Musical Theatre | The Highwayman
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