Where the honeysuckles grow,
With her dimpled cheeks aglow.
Oh, the beauties of her face,
As she glittered by her pace,
With a step of fairy grace.
My poor words can never tell,
Katie Bell is in the dell,
How I love her none can tell.
All the flowers in the dell
Seem to warn her for their queen,
Bright and peerless Katie Bell.
How I love the very ground
Over which she lightly bawled,
With her sunny ringlets frowned.
I can never, tell, Katy Bell is in the dell,
How I love her none can tell.
Long I waited in the dell,
Where the honeysuckles grow,
Waited for sweet Katy Bell,
Till the sun was sinking low,
And before I left her side,
In the quiet evening tide,
I had won her for my bride.
One, my Bonnie, Katie -Belle,
Katie -Belle is in the gale,
How I love her none can tell!
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