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Soft blows the wind both sweet and warm
From the peaks called Knockmealdown,
The songbird sings his cheery note above Blackwater Sound;
But from my heart all joys depart, no beauty can enthrall,
My Kitty Bawn O'Brien's gone to far off Montreal.
I met her at the Mallow Fair, where lovers sport and play,
I watched her feet trip lightly as the piper droned away;
She sang a song so lilting there, her hands beneath a shawl,
Now Kitty Bawn O'Brien's gone to far off Montreal.
I followed her to Waterford the day the ship set sail,
Her mother let the teardrops fall, her father's cheeks were pale;
I kissed her there, I lost her there, now sadly I recall,
My Kitty Bawn O'Brien's gone to far off Montreal.
Now far across the ocean wide a world from Knockmealdown,
My Kitty shines like silver in some far Canadian town;
She'll court some young French soldier there, I blame him not at all,
My Kitty Bawn O'Brien's gone to far off Montreal.
Soft blows the wind both sweet and warm
From the peaks called Knockmealdown,
The songbird sings his cheery note above Blackwater Sound;
But from my heart all joys depart, no beauty can enthrall,
My Kitty Bawn O'Brien's gone to far off Montreal;
My Kitty Bawn O'Brien's gone to far off Montreal.
