Katy Cruel
When I first came to this town
They called me the roving jewel
Now the locals change their tune
They call me Katy Cruel
Oh badiddle-i-ay
Oh badiddle-oh i-oh-ay
Oh that I was where I would be
Then should I be where I am not
Here I am where I must be
Where I would be I cannot
Oh badiddle-i-ay
Oh badiddle-oh i-oh-ay
When I first came to this town
They brought me the bottles plenty
Now they change their tune
They bring me the bottles empty
chorus
Through the woods I'll go
And through the boggy mire
Straightway down the road
Till I come to my heart's desire
chorus
Eyes as bright as fire
Lips as red as cherry
And is her desire
To make the young folks marry
chorus
I know where I'll go
And I know who'll go with me
I know who I love
But who knows who I'll marry?
- Traditional.
A fast but mellow Appalachian folk song in a minor key, with a lovely melody. Joe Dassin sang a slightly different version from the one transcribed here.