MEET ME, DARLING KATE, BY THE COTTAGE GATE.
What a pleasure the Spring-time brings,
When I listen to the birds so sweetly singing.
How it fills my heart with joy
To hear the merry voices ringing;
I go rambling down the shady lane,
My tale of love to relate,
To the darling one I love,
Down by that cottage gate.
Meet me darling Kate,
By the cottage gate,
Listen now, to what I say is true:
At the hour of eight,
Do not let me wait,
For I love none else but you.
When the evening shades are falling fast,
I wandered down the dear old shady lane.
To our familiar seat,
To renew our tales of love again;
When the moon it gently mounts the sky,
Then we know it's growing late,
Then I'll bid my love good-bye,
Down by that cottage gate.-Chorus.