Kitty Clyde - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
KITTY CLYDE 
Oh, who has not seen Kitty Clyde, She lives at the foot of the hill, In a sly little nook by the babbling brook, That carries her father's old mill. Oh, who does not love Kitty Clyde? That sunny-eyed, rosy-cheek'd lass, With a sweet dimpled chin that looks roguish as sin, With always a smile as you pass. 
Chorus. Sweet Kitty, dear Kitty, my own sweet Kitty Clyde In a sly little nook by the babbling brook, Lives my own sweet Kitty Clyde. 
With a basket to put in her fish. Every morn with a line and a hook, This sweet little lass, through the tall, heavy garss, Steals along by the clear running brook. She throws her fine into the stream, And trips it along the brook side; Oh, how I do wish that I was a fish, To be caught by sweet Kitty Clyde.-Chorus. 
How wish that I was a bee, I'd not gather honey from flowers, But would steal a dear sip from Kitty's sweet lip, And make my own hive in her bowers. Or, if I was some little bird, I would not build my nest in the air, But keep close by the side of sweet Kitty Clyde, And sleep in her soft silken hair. - Chorus.