| Oh tell me, do you love me Katy Cline?
|
| Oh tell me, is your love strong as mine?
|
| Oh tell me, do you love your own turtledove?
|
| Oh tell me, do you love me Katy Cline?
|
| Now tell me, do you know Katy Cline?
|
| Oh, she lives at the foot of the hill
|
| In a quiet and shady nook beside the rippling, babbling brook
|
| That runs by her dear old father’s mill
|
| Oh tell me, do you love me Katy Cline?
|
| Oh tell me, is your love strong as mine?
|
| Oh tll me, do you love your own turtledov?
|
| Oh tell me, do you love me Katy Cline?
|
| And if I was a small little bird
|
| Oh, I wouldn’t build my nest upon the ground
|
| Oh, I’d build my nest in the tall oak tree
|
| Where the bad boys, they couldn’t tear it down
|
| Oh tell me, do you love me Katy Cline?
|
| Oh tell me, is your love strong as mine?
|
| Oh tell me, do you love your own turtledove?
|
| Oh tell me, do you love me Katy Cline?
|
| And away by the little cottage door
|
| And away by that little cabin home
|
| Oh, there’s no one to weep and there’s no one for to mourn
|
| No one for to mourn my Katy Cline
|
| Oh tell me, do you love me Katy Cline?
|
| Oh tell me, is your love strong as mine?
|
| Oh tell me, do you love your own turtledove?
|
| Oh tell me, do you love me Katy Cline? |