Cat. #0141 (MFH #464) - As sung by Mrs. Molly Babcock, Fayetteville, Arkansas on June 21, 1958
VERSE 1
My girl, she's a shy little fairy
Her age it is just seventeen
Her parents say she is to weary
But a sweeter girl never was seen
VERSE 2
That night she stealed out from the garden
Her mamma cried after her, Kate
She answered, dear ma, I'm not going far
I'm just going down to th gate
VERSE 3
Just down to the old garden gate, dear ma
Jest down to the old garden gate
Th night is so warm, there's no sign of a storm
And I like to stand here by th gate
VERSE 4
Of course, at th gate he is waiting
And sweetly here's th words that were said
While within the old folks debating
To further they'll move to stop
VERSE 5
Sometimes he called gently for Katy
She answered, dear ma, its not late
Not a sign of a storm, the night is so warm
But I like to stand here by th gate
VERSE 6
Jest down to the old garden gates, dear ma
Jest down to the old garden gate
Th night is so warm, there's no sign of a storm
But I like to stand here by th gate