CITY OF KILKENNY.-Who has not sung or, at least, heart the old familiar ditty which has made the above old town a household name throughout the world?- Oh, the boys of Kilkenny are stout roving blades! And whenever they meet with the nice little maids They kiss them, and court them, and spend their money free, And, of all the towns in Ireland, Kilkenny for me! And, then, there are famous "Cats of Kilkenny-Kilkenny's wild cats," immortalized so to speak, by another Irish poet.

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