Oh, yes, I have seen this Kate Kearney, Who lives near the lake of Killarney; From her love-beaming eye, what mortal can fly, Unsubdued by the glance of Kate Kearney? For that eye so seducingly meaning, Assures me of mischief she’s dreaming; And I feel ’tis in vain to fly from the chain That binds me to lovely Kate Kearney. At eve when I’ve met this Kate Kearney, On the flower-mantled banks of Killarney, Her smile would impart thrilling joy to my heart, As I gaz’d on the charming Kate Kearney. On the banks of Killarney reclining, My bosom to rapture resigning, I’ve felt the keen smart of love’s fatal dart, And inhal’d the warm sigh of Kate Kearney. Home Again. 21 Home again, home again, From a foreign shore; And, oh, it fills my soul with joy, To meet my friends once more Here I dropp’d the parting tear, To cross the ocean’s foam; But now I’m once again with those Who kindly greet me home. Home again, &c. Happy hearts, happy hearts, With mine have laugh’d in glee, But, oh, the friends I loved in youth Seem happier to me. And if my guide should be the fate Which bids me longer roam, But death alone can break the tie That binds my heart to home Home again, &c. Music sweet, music soft, Lingers round the place; And, oh, I feel the childhood charm, That time can not afface. Then give me but my homestead roof, I’ll ask no palace dome; For I can live a happy life With those I love at home. Home again, &c. Gentle Jennie Gray. 22 My heart is sad, I’ll tell you why, If you’ll listen to my lay, Which makes me weep, when I sing Of my gentle Jennie Gray; But I never can forget the days, When with Jennie by my side, We talk’d of love and happiness, When she should be my bride. _Chorus._--Hush the banjo, toll the bell, I’m very sad to-day, I can not work, so let me weep, For my gentle Jennie Gray.