| Katie Morey |
|---|
| I told her that her sister Nan |
| That lived in yanders holler |
| Had sent for her to come down there |
| And stay one half an hour |
| CHORUS: Teer da loddle lank thee I A, I O |
| As we was a-walkin' through the fields |
| She squeezed my hand with fear, sir |
| Said, «Mama, she has come this way |
| And she catch us here, sir! |
| «If you will climb up yanders tree |
| And see if she is near, sir |
| Then we’ll go to that pretty grove |
| And court and sport an hour.» |
