Tekst
(Reprise d'une chanson traditionnelle américaine)
When first I came to town
They called me the roving jewel
Now they've changed their tune
They call me Katy Cruel
Come diddle 'm day
Oh little lioday
Oh that I was where I would be
There to be where I am not
Here I am where I must be
Go where I would I cannot
Come diddle 'm day
Oh little lioday
When I was young in 20
They brought me the bottles plenty
Now they've changed their tune
They bring me the bottles empty
Come diddle 'm day
Oh little lioday
Oh that I was where I would be
There to be where I am not
Here I am where I must be
Go where I would I cannot
Come diddle 'm day
Oh little lioday
Well down the road I'll go
And through the buggy mire
Straightway cross the fields
And to my heart's desire
Come diddle 'm day
Oh little lioday
Oh that I was where I would be
There to be where I am not
Here I am where I must be
Go where I would I cannot
Come diddle 'm day
Oh little lioday
