[G]As beautiful Kitty one [D]morning was tripping,
With a [G]pitcher of [C]milk from the D]fair
of Cole[G]raine,
[G]When she saw him she stumbled, the [D]pitcher it tumbled,
And [G]all the sweet [C]butter[D]milk
[C]watered the [G]plain.
[G] Oh! What shall I [D]do now, 'twas [G]looking at [D]you now,
Sure,
[G]sure, such a [C]pitcher I'll [D]ne'er meet again.
[D]'Twas the [G]pride of my dairy, Oh, [D]Barney McCleary,
You're
[G]sent as a [C]plague on the [D]girls of Cole[G]raine.
[G]He sat down beside her
and[D] gently did chide her,
That [[G]such a mis[C]fortune should [D]give her such [G]pain.
[G]A kiss then
he gave her, and [D]before he did leave her,
She [G]vowed for such [C]pleasure, she'd [D]break it a[G]gain.
[G]'Twas haymaking [C]season, I [C]can't tell the [G]reason,
Misfortune will [C]never come single 'tis[D]
plain,
For [G]very soon after poor [D]Kitty's disaster,
The [G]divil a [C]pitcher was [D]whole in Cole[G]raine.
