Oh, wake up, sweet Katee,
For the gas lights are burning, Katee Darling,
The little birds are singing on each tree,
Will you never leave off snoring, Katee Darling,
Or know that I am crying here for thee?
I am standing by thy window, Katee Darling,
This night is a cold night for me.
Oh, don’t you hear me yelling, Katee Darling,
Behold I am singing here for thee.
Methinks I see a policeman,