by Pat Duggan
Her curling hair so nice and fair
Her eyes of innocent skyfull blue.
On green grass her feet were bare
Her frock was all colours too
She looked an Angel our Kathleen
As she picked the daisies at Killonerry boreen
She was the apple of my eye
But pretty soon I was to cry
When God called her she was not yet four
This broke my heart and so many more
In loving memory