by George Cooper (1840 - 1927)

Katy Bell
Language: English 
Going down the shady dell 
Where the honey suckles grow 
I met lovely Katy Bell 
With her dimpled cheeks aglow 
Oh! the beauties of her face. 
As she flitted by apace, 
With a step of fairy grace, 
My poor words can never tell. 

Katy Bell lives in the dell, 
How I love her none can tell. 

All the flowers in the dell 
Seem'd to own her for their queen 
Bright and peerless Katy Bell 
Fairer flowr was never seen 
How I loved the very ground, 
Over which she'd lightly bound, 
With her sunny ringlets crown'd, 
I can never never tell. 

Long I waited in the dell, 
Where the honeysuckles grow, 
Waited for sweet Katy Bell, 
Till the sun was sinking low, 
And before I left her side, 
In the quiet eventide 
I had won her for my bride, 
Won my bonny Katy Bell.


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This text was added to the website: 2015-12-26
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Word count: 144