Dad is getting squeamish, shakes his head in doubt, Ma looks on and wonders what her gal’s about, Thinks there’ll be a weddin’--guesses that’s no sin, But somehow or another _hopes_ I’ve got the _tin_. Daddy he’s consented, mamma can’t say no, Sonny kinder likes it, sissy wants a show, Now begins the bustle, now begins the fun, Every one is ready, shopping must be done. Carriage stands awaiting, Where’ll you please to go? Drive us up to Stewart’s, see what he can show Troubling all the merchants, buying here and there, Beating down the prices--Are you sure ’twill wear? Hurry up the dresses, cut them very low, Make them large and airy where the hoops do go, Trying on the bodice, trying on the capes, Keep your fingers moving, cause its getting late. Sewing in the chamber, stitching in the hall, Servants in the kitchen, fixing for the ball; Every one is busy ’cepting Jane and I, Do you know the reason--shall I tell you why? Sitting on the sofa, leaning on my breast, Is a lovely maiden, perfectly at rest; Listening to my love vows, sighing very plain, Bless me this is pleasant, sparking Sarah Jane. Comic Katee Darling. 23 Oh, they tell me you are fast asleep, my darling, That thy jolly red nose I can not now behold, Don’t believe that I am tight, Katee Darling, Because I am singing here to you all in the cold. Oh, you know not the loving, Of the hearts of Erin’s sons, When a good hot whiskey toddy, Katee Darling, Is the goal to the race that he runs. Oh, wake up, sweet Katee, For the gas lights are burning, Katee Darling, The little birds are singing on each tree, Will you never leave off snoring, Katee Darling, Or know that I am crying here for thee? I am standing by thy window, Katee Darling, This night is a cold night for me. Oh, don’t you hear me yelling, Katee Darling, Behold I am singing here for thee. Methinks I see a policeman, By yonder shining light, And he’ll put me in the lock-up Katee, Darling, If he catches me here serenading to-night. Then listen, dear Katee, For the wild flowers are sleeping, Katee Darling, And the police are looking round for me, Will you never more hoist your window, Katee Darling, For see, I’m waiting for thee?