Copyright, 1896, by Lane, Cole & Co.
Words and Music by John Walsh.
There's a girl that resides in the next house to ours,
She's pretty, she's stylish and neat.
The boys in the neighborhood all send her flowers,
For beauty she cannot be beat.
For them she don't cure she told me last night,
She dearly loved one, don't you see?
And then I was filled with the greatest delight,
The one that she loves sure is me.
Katie, Katie, lovely, divine,
I'll he so happy when I can call you mine.
You have said you loved me, from me you'd never part:
Why longer tarry, let's hasten to marry, my own sweetheart.
And when we are married, we're going away,
To visit our birth-place and more.
I've plenty of money our passage to pay,
For I long for a sight of that shore;
And when we are there, we'll roam hand in hand
A four-leafed shamrock to find:
No happier couple in that dear old land.
Will leave care and trouble behind.- Chorus.