When I fist came to town
They call me the roving jewel
Now they've change their tune
They call me Katie Cruel
When I fist came to town
They brought me the bottles plenty
Now they've changed their tune
They bring me the bottles empty
If was where I would be,
Then I would be where I am not,
Here I am where I must be
Where that I would, I can not
Through the woods I travel,
Through the boggy mire
Straight way down the road
To my heart's desire
