Copyright, 1895, by T. B. Harms & Co.
Words by Joseph Flynn. Music by Andrew Mack.
Oh, Kitty, I'm a-waitin' here, my dear,
And me heart is sinkin' down into me shoes;
For I'm nervous and I'm shakin' now with fear,
For I thought you'd get me note and would refuse.
Say, Kitty, if I thought yer'd trow me down
For any other feller, I'd get sore.
For I loves yer so much, honest, Kitty dear;
If I gets the go-by I'm no good no more.
Oh, Kitty, won't yer listen to me ditty?
Try and have some pity on me. Kitty dear;
If I thought yer'd shake me queerly,
When yer knows I loves yer dearly,
On the level, Kit, 'twould break me heart, for sure.
Now, Kitty, don't yer know that I'm no dude?
But I always had the price when we went out,
And yer never wished fer nuthin', did yer. Kit?
That I didn't flash my roll and start to shout?
Yer promised that yer'd marry me in June,
But yer weakened when I called for you that day;
But my heart is still a-singin' the same tune,
Cos I loves yer, Kitty, in the old, old way.- Chorus.