Going down the shady dell,
Where the honeysuckles grow,
With her dimpled cheeks aglow.
Oh, the beauties of her face,
As she flitted by her pace,
With a step of fairy grace,
My poor words can never tell.
Katie Bell lives in the dell,
Oh, my love, no one can tell.
All the flowers in the dell
Seem to own her for their queen,
Bright and peerless Kitty Belle.
Fairer flower was never seen,
How I loved the very ground
Over which she'd lightly bound
With her sunny ring that's crowned.
Kitty Belle is in the dell,
How I love her none can tell.
Long I waited in the dell,
Where the honeysuckles grow,
Waited for sweet Katie Bell,
Till the sun was sinking low,
And before I left her side,
I had won her for my bride.
Won my bonnie Katie Bell!
Katie Bell is in the dell,
How a love -friend none can tell!