Goldfinch (1)/Sweet Kitty Clover

Sweet Kitty Clover

Oh, sweet Kitty Clover, she bothers me so,
⁠Oh, oh, oh, oh!
Oh, sweet Kitty Clover, she bothers me so,
⁠Oh, oh, oh, oh!
Her cheeks are round, and red, and fat,
Like a pulpit cushion, and redder than that.
Oh, sweet Kitty Clover, she bothers me so,
⁠Oh, oh, oh, oh !

Sweet Kitty in person is rather low,
⁠Oh, oh, oh, oh!
Sweet Kitty in person is rather low,
⁠Oh, oh, oh, oh!
She's three feet high, and that I prize;
She‘s just a fit wife for a man of my size.
Oh, sweet Kitty Clover, she bothers me so,
⁠Oh, oh, oh, oh!

Where Kitty resides I’m sure to go,
⁠Oh, oh, oh. oh!
Where Kitty resides I’m sure to go,
⁠Oh, oh, oh, oh!
One moonlight night, when—oh, what bliss!
Through a hole in the window she gave me a kiss,
Oh, sweet Kitty Clover she bothers me so,
⁠Oh, oh, oh, oh!

If Kitty to church with me would go,
⁠Oh, oh, oh, oh!
If Kitty to church with me would go,
⁠Oh, oh, oh, oh!
I think I would never be bothered again,
If after the parson she'd say, Amen.
Then Kitty would ne'er again bother me so,
⁠Oh, oh, oh, oh !