| Song | Katy Dear |
| Artist | Ian & Sylvia |
| Album | Vanguard Visionaries |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Traditional | |
| O Katy, dear, go ask your father | |
| If you might be a bride of mine. | |
| If he says yes, then come and tell me, | |
| If he says no, we'll run away." | |
| "I cannot go and ask my father, | |
| For he is on his bed of rest, | |
| And by his side there's a golden dagger | |
| To pierce the heart I love the best." | |
| "O Katy, dear, go ask your mother | |
| If you might be a bride of mine. | |
| If she says yes, then come and tell me, | |
| If she says no, we'll run away." | |
| "I cannot go and ask my mother, | |
| For she is on her bed of rest, | |
| And by her side there's a silver dagger | |
| To pierce the heart I love the best." | |
| Oh, he picked up a silver dagger, | |
| He pierced it through his wounded breast. | |
| "Farewell, Katy, farewell, darlin', | |
| I'll die for the one I love the best." | |
| Oh, she picked up the bloody weapon, | |
| She pierced it through her snow-white breast. | |
| "Farewell, mama, farewell, papa, | |
| I'll go with the one I love the best. |
| zuo ci : Traditional | |
| O Katy, dear, go ask your father | |
| If you might be a bride of mine. | |
| If he says yes, then come and tell me, | |
| If he says no, we' ll run away." | |
| " I cannot go and ask my father, | |
| For he is on his bed of rest, | |
| And by his side there' s a golden dagger | |
| To pierce the heart I love the best." | |
| " O Katy, dear, go ask your mother | |
| If you might be a bride of mine. | |
| If she says yes, then come and tell me, | |
| If she says no, we' ll run away." | |
| " I cannot go and ask my mother, | |
| For she is on her bed of rest, | |
| And by her side there' s a silver dagger | |
| To pierce the heart I love the best." | |
| Oh, he picked up a silver dagger, | |
| He pierced it through his wounded breast. | |
| " Farewell, Katy, farewell, darlin', | |
| I' ll die for the one I love the best." | |
| Oh, she picked up the bloody weapon, | |
| She pierced it through her snowwhite breast. | |
| " Farewell, mama, farewell, papa, | |
| I' ll go with the one I love the best. |
| zuò cí : Traditional | |
| O Katy, dear, go ask your father | |
| If you might be a bride of mine. | |
| If he says yes, then come and tell me, | |
| If he says no, we' ll run away." | |
| " I cannot go and ask my father, | |
| For he is on his bed of rest, | |
| And by his side there' s a golden dagger | |
| To pierce the heart I love the best." | |
| " O Katy, dear, go ask your mother | |
| If you might be a bride of mine. | |
| If she says yes, then come and tell me, | |
| If she says no, we' ll run away." | |
| " I cannot go and ask my mother, | |
| For she is on her bed of rest, | |
| And by her side there' s a silver dagger | |
| To pierce the heart I love the best." | |
| Oh, he picked up a silver dagger, | |
| He pierced it through his wounded breast. | |
| " Farewell, Katy, farewell, darlin', | |
| I' ll die for the one I love the best." | |
| Oh, she picked up the bloody weapon, | |
| She pierced it through her snowwhite breast. | |
| " Farewell, mama, farewell, papa, | |
| I' ll go with the one I love the best. |