Katie Morey

(álbum: Home Again! - 1966)

Come all you fellers from far and near, and listen to my story
Gon' tell you about the plans I made to fool miss Katie Morey
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I went down to miss Katie's house just like some clever feller
And I told her that the plums and grape were getting ripe and meller
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I told her that her sister Nan that lived in yander's holler
Had sent for her to come down there and stay one half an hour
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As we was a-walking through the field she squeezed my hand the fiercer
Said, "Mama she has come this way and she will catch us here, sir"
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You will climb up yander's tree and see if she is near, sir
Then we will go to that pretty grove and court and sport an hour
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Oh, how he heaved to climb that tree till he was nearly winded
Miss Katie stood smiled and watched to see how high he ascended
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His heart was a-thumping in his breast, and the tree was gent-lie swaying
As he looked down Miss Katie smiled and he heared what she was saying
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Your ugly looks I do dispise, you look just like an owl, sir
You scratch down like you scratched up or I'm going back to the house sir
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