If you'll allow me, friends, I'll tell you all a story,
About Katy Ryan, a little Irish girl;
When you meet her, oh, I tell you it's a glory,
She sets my heart in a whirl.
I asked her father for her hand, it seems he didn't understand,
To give her hand he said he must decline;
She's so charming and so fair, and there's none that can compare
With little Katy Ryan.
Oh, listen, ain't that music fine?-Break.
They're serenading little Katy Ryan.-Break.
Oh, yes, she is so pretty,
And her eyes like diamonds shine;
Now isn't that a pity
I can't marry Katy Ryan?
If Katy had her choice whom she would marry,
And her rich old father wouldn't interfere,
I am sure the little darling would not tarry,
She promised to be here.
But what are we to do? oh, if her father only knew
How she loves me, then I am 9ure he'd not be trying
To break one another's heart, and to keep us far apart,
I am sure he'd give me little Katy Ryan.-Chorus.