Burl Ives - Girls of Coleraine      As beautiful Kitty one morning was tripping,   With a pitcher of milk from the fair of Coleraine,   When she saw him she stumbled, the pitcher it tumbled,   And all the sweet buttermilk 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, Oh, Barney McCleary,   You're sent as a plague on the girls of Coleraine.      He sat down beside her and gently did chide her,   That such a misfortune should give her such pain.   A kiss then he gave her, and before he did leave her,   She vowed for such pleasure, she'd break it again.   'Twas haymaking season, I can't tell the reason,   Misfortune will never come single 'tis plain,   For very soon after poor Kitty's disaster,   The divil a pitcher was whole in Coleraine.