Oh, little cat beside my stool,
My tabby cat, my ashy one,
I’ll tell you something in your ear,
It’s I can put the slipper on.
(Miaow!)

The cinders all will brush away,
Oh, little cat beside my chair,
And I am beautiful
When I comb down my hair.
(Miaow!)

My dress was gold, my dress was blue,
But you could hardly think of that
My dress came to me through the air,
Oh, little cinder cat.
(Miaow!)

My dress is gone a little while,
My dress was sweet and blue and cool,
But it will come again to me,
Oh, little cat beside my stool.
(Miaow!)