My Kitty, O! My Kitty, O!
Oh, what are joys of city, O,
Long years compared with one hour shared
In converse sweet with Kitty O?
Her eye is bright, her step so light
It scarcely bends the daisy, O.
If men her laugh like wine could quaff
’Twould surely send them crazy, O.
Soft ringlets press in fond caress
Around her ears so pretty, O,