First when I came to town,
They called me the roving jewel.
Now I've settled down,
They call my Katy Cruel.
Hi-fiddle-la-lih-day
Hi-fil-it-ful-fi-do-day
Oh, that I was where I would be,
Then I would be where I'm not.
Here I am, where I must be.
Where I would be, I cannot.
Hi-fiddle-la-lih-day
Hi-fil-it-ful-fi-do-day
First when I came to town,
They brought me bottles plenty.
Now that I've settled down,
They bring me the bottles empty.
Hi-fiddle-la-lih-day
Hi-fil-it-ful-fi-do-day
I'll dye my petticoats red
And face them with the yellow.
I'll tell all the boys,
My own heart I will follow.
Hi-fiddle-la-lih-day
Hi-fil-it-ful-fi-do-day
I know who I love,
And I know who does love me.
I know where I'm goin'
And I know who's goin' with me.
Hi-fiddle-la-lih-day
Hi-fil-it-ful-fi-do-day
Oh, down the road I go
And through the boggy mire,
Straight way through the field,
And to my heart's desire.
Hi-fiddle-la-lih-day
Hi-fil-it-ful-fi-do-day
Writer(s): Linda Thompson, John Doyle
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