Ian & Sylvia Katy Dear
"O Katy, dear, go ask your father
If you might be a bride of mine.
If he says yes, then come and tell me,
If he says no, we'll run away."
"I cannot go and ask my father,
For he is on his bed of rest,
And by his side there's a golden dagger
To pierce the heart I love the best."
"O Katy, dear, go ask your mother
If you might be a bride of mine.
If she says yes, then come and tell me,
If she says no, we'll run away."
"I cannot go and ask my mother,
For she is on her bed of rest,
And by her side there's a silver dagger
To pierce the heart I love the best."
Oh, he picked up a silver dagger,
He pierced it through his wounded breast.
"Farewell, Katy, farewell, darlin',
I'll die for the one I love the best."
Oh, she picked up the bloody weapon,
She pierced it through her snow-white breast.
"Farewell, mama, farewell, papa,
I'll go with the one I love the best."
