KITTY O'NEIL

O a bit of a dance in an Irish street —

Hogan was there, and Hennessy,

Many a colleen fair and sweet,

And Kitty O'Neil she danced with me;

Kitty O'Neil, with eyes of brown,

And feet as light as the flakes o’ snow.

Was it last year, O Kitty aroon,

Or was it a hundred years ago?

Hogan is out on a Texan plain,

Hennessy fell in Manila fight,

And I — I am back in New York again

In my old arm-chair at the Club to-night;

And Kitty O'Neil — the snow lies white

On the turf above her across the sea,

And stranger colleens are dancing light

Where Kitty O'Neil once danced with me.

O the Antrim glens and the thrushes’ song,

And the hedges white with blossoming may,

Many a colleen tripping along,

But none so fair as the one away:

“Musha, God save you!” I to them say,

“God save you kindly!” they answer me;

I shiver and wake, in the dawning grey,

And Kitty O'Neil lies over the sea.

O a bit of a dance in an Irish street —

Hogan was there, and Hennessy,

Many a colleen fair and sweet,

And Kitty O'Neil she danced with me;

Kitty O'Neil, with eyes of brown,

And feet as light as the flakes of snow.

Was it last year, O Kitty aroon,

Or was it a hundred years ago?