Comic Katee Darling.
Oh, they tell me you are fast asleep, my darling,
That thy jolly red nose I can not now behold,
Don’t believe that I am tight, Katee Darling,
Because I am singing here to you all in the cold.
Oh, you know not the loving,
Of the hearts of Erin’s sons,
When a good hot whiskey toddy, Katee Darling,
Is the goal to the race that he runs.