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(Reprise d′une chanson traditionnelle américaine)

When first I came to town
They called me the roving jewel
Now they've changed their tune
They call me Katy Cruel

Come diddle ′m day
Oh little lioday

Oh that I was where I would be
There to be where I am not
Here I am where I must be
Go where I would I cannot
Come diddle 'm day
Oh little lioday

When I was young in 20
They brought me the bottles plenty
Now they've changed their tune
They bring me the bottles empty

Come diddle ′m day
Oh little lioday

Oh that I was where I would be
There to be where I am not
Here I am where I must be
Go where I would I cannot
Come diddle ′m day
Oh little lioday

Well down the road I'll go
And through the buggy mire
Straightway cross the fields
And to my heart′s desire

Come diddle 'm day
Oh little lioday

Oh that I was where I would be
There to be where I am not
Here I am where I must be
Go where I would I cannot
Come diddle ′m day
Oh little lioday

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