| William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Georgian Verse. 1909. | | | | Kathleen O’More | | By George Nugent Reynolds (1770–1802) |
| | | MY love, still I think that I see her once more, | |
| But alas! she has left me her loss to deplore, | |
| My own little Kathleen, my poor little Kathleen, | |
| My Kathleen O’More! | |
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| Her hair glossy black, her eyes were dark blue, | 5 |
| Her colour still changing, her smiles ever new— | |
| So pretty was Kathleen, my sweet little Kathleen, | |
| My Kathleen O’More! | |
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| She milked the dun cow that ne’er offered to stir; | |
| Though wicked to all, it was gentle to her— | 10 |
| So kind was my Kathleen, my poor little Kathleen, | |
| My Kathleen O’More! | |
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| She sat at the door one cold afternoon, | |
| To hear the wind blow and to gaze on the moon— | |
| So pensive was Kathleen, my poor little Kathleen, | 15 |
| My Kathleen O’More! | |
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| Cold was the night-breeze that sighed round her bower; | |
| It chilled my poor Kathleen; she drooped from that hour, | |
| And I lost my poor Kathleen, my own little Kathleen, | |
| My Kathleen O’More! | 20 |
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| The bird of all birds that I love the best | |
| Is the robin that in the churchyard builds its nest; | |
| For he seems to watch Kathleen, hops lightly o’er Kathleen, | |
| My Kathleen O’More! | | | | |
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