And you’d die with surprise,
To think ’twasn’t you was come to it!
And, faith, Katty Naile,
And her cow, I go bail,
Would jump if I’d say,
“Katty Naile, name the day.”
And tho’ you’re fair and fresh as a morning in May,
While she’s short and dark like a cowld winther’s day,
Yet if you don’t repent
Before Easther, when Lent