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KATIE MOREY 1 Come young, come old, come all draw nigh Come listen to my story, I'll tell you what a plan I formed To spile Miss Katie Morey, My too I ree I o-o-o, My too I ree I 0. 2 I went to her father's house Just like a clever fellow, I told her that the plums and grapes were ripe, Yes they were fine and mellow, 3 But when I got her to the spot, Saying, 'Nothing is the matter, But you must die or else comply, There is no time to flatter,' 4 She says, 'My dear, my dearest dear, There's something else to betray us, My father dear is on his way, And he'll be sure to see us.' 5 But if the highest tree it's you could climb, Till he gets out of sight, sir, It's then we'll go to yonders grove And spend one happy hour. 6 The tree was rough, he climbed so tough, And on the top he stopped, sir. And every jerk he tore his shirt, And on the top he stopped, sir. 7 As she went trippling over the plain, She looked so neat and active, And there he sat in the top of the tree, Almost raving distracted. This version sung by Peggy Seeger tune and text (except for verse 3 from Bronson No 39) from the singing of T. Jeff Stockton, Hogskin Creek Flag Pond, TN.; printed in Bronson Vol. II Child #112 @trick filename[ KATYMOR2 |
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