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. Chorus: 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.
- by George Cooper (1840 - 1927) [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
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- by Stephen Collins Foster (1826 - 1864), "Katy Bell", published 1863. [voice and piano] [text verified 1 time]
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Word count: 144