Well now who does not know Katy Kline?nShe lives at the foot of the hillnBy the shady nook of some old babbling brooknAnd down by her dear old babby's millnnTell me that you love me Katy KlinenTell me that your hearth is true as minenTell me that you love your only turtle dovenTell me that you love me Katy KlinennWell I'm going down the road feeling badnWell you know I've got troubles on my mindnI'm going down the road to see the one I lovenShe goes by the name of Katy KlinennTell me that you love me Katy KlinenTell me that your hearth is true as minenTell me that you love your only turtle dovenTell me that you love me Katy KlinennnIf and I was a little birdnI'd never build my nest on the groundnWell I'd build it up in some tall yonder treenWhere them wild boys couldn't tear it downnnTell me that you love me Katy KlinenTell me that your hearth is true as minenTell me that you love your only turtle dovenTell me that you love me Katy KlinennTell me that you love me Katy KlinenTell me that your hearth is true as minenTell me that you love your only turtle dovenTell me that you love me Katy Kline