Katy Cruel

(Reprise d'une chanson traditionnelle américaine) When first I came to town They called me the roving jewel Now they've changed their tune They call me Katy Cruel Come diddle 'm day Oh little lioday Oh that I was where I would be There to be where I am not Here I am where I must be Go where I would I cannot Come diddle 'm day Oh little lioday When I was young in 20 They brought me the bottles plenty Now they've changed their tune They bring me the bottles empty Come diddle 'm day Oh little lioday Oh that I was where I would be There to be where I am not Here I am where I must be Go where I would I cannot Come diddle 'm day Oh little lioday Well down the road I'll go And through the buggy mire Straightway cross the fields And to my heart's desire Come diddle 'm day Oh little lioday Oh that I was where I would be There to be where I am not Here I am where I must be Go where I would I cannot Come diddle 'm day Oh little lioday