| «O Katy, dear, go ask your father
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| If you might be a bride of mine.
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| If he says yes, then come and tell me,
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| If he says no, we’ll run away.»
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| «I cannot go and ask my father,
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| For he is on his bed of rest,
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| And by his side there’s a golden dagger
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| To pierce the heart I love the best.»
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| «O Katy, dear, go ask your mother
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| If you might be a bride of mine.
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| If she says yes, then come and tell me,
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| If she says no, we’ll run away.»
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| «I cannot go and ask my mother,
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| For she is on her bed of rest,
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| And by her side there’s a silver dagger
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| To pierce the heart I love the best.»
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| Oh, he picked up a silver dagger,
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| He pierced it through his wounded breast.
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| «Farewell, Katy, farewell, darlin',
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| I’ll die for the one I love the best.»
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| Oh, she picked up the bloody weapon,
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| She pierced it through her snow-white breast.
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| «Farewell, mama, farewell, papa,
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| I’ll go with the one I love the best.» |