Katy Did

In a windy tree-top sitting, Singing at the fall of dew, Katy watched the bats a-flitting, While the twilight's curtains drew Closer round her; till she only Saw the branches and the sky-- Rocking late and rocking lonely, Anchored on the darkness high. And the song that she was singing, In the windy tree-tops swinging, Was under the tree, under the tree The fox is digging a pit for me.

When the early stars were sparkling Overhead, and down below Fireflies twinkled, through the darkling Thickets she heard footsteps go-- Voice of her false lover speaking, Laughing to his sweetheart new:-- "Half my heart for thee I'm breaking: Did not Katy love me true?" Then no longer she was singing, But through all the wood kept ringing-- Katy did, Katy did, Katy did love thee And the fox is digging a grave for me.