By yonder shining light,
And he’ll put me in the lock-up Katee, Darling,
If he catches me here serenading to-night.
Then listen, dear Katee,
For the wild flowers are sleeping, Katee Darling,
And the police are looking round for me,
Will you never more hoist your window, Katee Darling,
For see, I’m waiting for thee?
’Tis useless all my weeping, Katee Darling,
But I wish to goodness now you were my bride,