Copyright, 1895, by Frank Harding
Words and Musico by Lu Senarens.
A sweet little maiden is my Katie Dean,
She dresses so stylish and neat;
The fairest young creature that ever was seen
Among all the girls in our street,
The neighbors all smile on us as we pass by,
It is easy to see what they mean;
Our wedding day's set and the ring I will buy,
And then marry my Katie Dean.
Katie Dean, you are my fairy queen;
I love you, as you have plainly seen;
We'll he wed, darling, someday, I ween;
Katy, so pretty, so sweet, so witty, Katie Dean.
The church-bells will ring a glad welcome to me,
I'll march down the aisle with my bride;
Kind friends will assemble, the wedding to see,
Of sweet Katie Dean at my side;
The parson will wed us, the organ will play,
Surely every one's joy will be keen,
And off on a tour I will then go away,
With my little wife, Katie Dean.- Chorus.
The morn of our wedding came gloomy and gray,
My bride had been quite ill again:
Our preacher and friends to the church went that day;
We waited for Katie in vain:
At last, in despair, to the home I then fled,
And I found a most terrible scene;
My darling, in wedding dress, lay there, quite dead.
Forever I've lost Kate Dean.-Chorus.