AS beautiful Kitty one morning was tripping With a pitcher of milk from the fair of Coleraine, When she saw me she stumbled, the pitcher down tumbled, And all the sweet butter-milk watered the plain. 'Oh! what shall I do now? 'twas looking at you, now; Sure, sure, such a pitcher I'll ne'er meet again; 'Twas the pride of my dairy! O Barney MacCleary, You're sent as a plague to the girls of Coleraine!' I sat down beside her, and gently did chide her, That such a misfortune should give her such pain; A kiss then I gave her, and, ere I did leave her, She vowed for such pleasure she'd break it again. 'Twas hay-making season -- I can't tell the reason -- Misfortunes will never come single, 'tis plain; For very soon after poor Kitty's disaster The devil a pitcher was whole in Coleraine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WE FACE THE FUTURE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE LOCKLESS DOOR by ROBERT FROST A MOTHER'S BIRTHDAY by HENRY VAN DYKE BENEDICITE by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER SONNET: 5 by RICHARD BARNFIELD QUATORZAINS: 11. A CLOCK STRIKING AT MIDNIGHT by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |