Kitty blushed in the full bloom of spring
Carefree and wild as a bird on the wing
Unencumbered by love's tender strings
She lived by the Point Ellice shore From far and wide, like moths to a flame
Calling and courting the gentlemen came
Still she bided her time, content to remain
In the house by the Point Ellice shore There was not a one so fare
Timeless beauty and devil may care
At the height of Victorian flare
With paints, easel and garden Oh, the scores of hearts she snared
Few resisted and few were spared
Though they pined oh, the less she could care
No one could kindle her ardour Kitty died, a solit'ry rose
She never had wed; she'd seldom left home
Having never found love, was her heart turned to stone?
All alone by the Point Ellice shore Many years have come and have gone
A story's told so the legend lives on
That a maid with a blue dress on
Still haunts the house by the harbour And there, I fear the ghost of fare Kitty O'Reilly
Will haunt evermore | 
