SHE'S JUST PLAIN KATE.
Copyright, 1895, by Frank Harding
Words and Music by David Marion.
There's a dear little creature lives next door to me. I call her just plain Kate,
And in the evening 'tis pleasure to see me strolling with just plain Kate;
All of the neighbors, how jealous are they;
It's not Katie to them, but "my dear Miss McVey,"
None other but me has the privilege to say just plain Kate.
Her father calls her "Kathleen"-the neighbors they all say,
"We more than pleased to meet you; how are you Miss McVey?"
Her mother calls her Kitty, but mine is a happier fate.
For I'm the only one she loves, and to me she's just plain Kate.
Now twice in the week I call in to see my sweetheart just plain Kate,
With love in her eyes, there's a welcome for me from my sweetheart just plain Kate,
And when I'm leaving she'll say, "Dear, take care;
Now wrap yourself warm, look out for the night air;"
Then I kiss the girl with whom none can compare, just plain Kate.- Chorus.