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  • Sweet Kitty Clyde

    From The Commoner, December 1, 1914. By L. V. H. Crosby.

    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-cheeked lass
            With a sweet dimpled chin
            That looks roguish as sin,
        With always a smile as you pass.

    With a basket to put in her fish,
        Every morning with line and a hook
            This sweet little lass,
            Through the tall heavy grass,
        Steals along by the clear running brook.
        She throws her line into the stream,
    And trips it along the brook side,
        Oh! how I do wish that I were a fish,
    To be caught by sweet Kitty Clyde.

    How I wish that I were 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 were some little bird
        I would not build nests in the air;
    But keep close by the side of sweet Kitty Clyde
        And sleep in her soft silken hair.