She was bred to give trouble, was Kitty Adare, For she had my heart caught like a bird in a snare; O, her laugh was the ripple of quick-running water, And--the seventh-born child of a seventh-born daughter-- She wore the green shoes that the fairies had brought her To help her go dancing that day at the Fair. She'd the foot of a princess, had Kitty Adare, And the road fell behind her like peel off a pear; She was into the town with the lads and the lassies, And the shouting of showmen and braying of asses, And on to the green where the best of the grass is, With the sun shining bright on the fun of the Fair! She was light as a feather, was Kitty Adare, And she danced like a flame in a current of air; O, look at her now--she retreating, advancing, And stepping and stopping, and gliding and glancing! There wasn't a one was her marrow at dancing Of all the young maidens who danced at the Fair. O Kitty, O Kitty, O Kitty Adare, Till the music was beaten you danced to it there; And the fiddler, poor fellow, the way that he was in, Him sweating for six and his bow wanting rosin, He was put past the fiddling a month--all because in A pair of green shoes Kitty danced at the Fair! * * * * * Illustration: _Cheerful Householder (to burglar)._ "BY THE WAY, WHEN YOU GO DOWNSTAIRS YOU MIGHT LET THE CAT IN; SHE'S BEEN SPOILING MY SLEEP." * * * * * OUR BOOKING-OFFICE. (_By Mr. Punch's Staff of Learned Clerks._)