O, did you not hear of Kate Kearney?
She lives on the banks of Killarney;
From the glance of her eye
Shun danger and fly,
For fatal's the glance of Kate Kearney.

For that eye is so modestly beaming,
You'd ne'er think of mischief she's dreaming.
Yet oh! I can tell
How fatal the spell
That lurks in the eye of Kate Kearney.

Oh, should you e'er meet this Kate Kearney,
Who lives on the banks if Killarney,
Pray beware of her smile,
For many a wile
Lies hid in the smile of Kate Kearney.

Tho' she looks so bewitchingly simple,
There's mischief in every dimple,
And who dares inhale
Her sigh's spicy gale,
Must die by the breath of Kate Kearney.