Written in the Irish Pub tune style
Myself and other musicians that I've met.
Lyrics
(c)2004
Twas a bonnie young lass in this quaint little town
A spry and light stepper was she
She danced to the band 'till they tipped the last round
This collie was born on a breeze
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She danced like the waves when they played a waltz
and kicked up her heels in a jig
They say that her feet only tickle the ground
when Katelyn goes reelin' around, around
When Katelyn goes reelin' around
As light as a feather and pretty as heather
She's known as the pride of the land
Though many have tried, contested and vied
'twas none that could win Katelyn's hand
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Well she was na countin' on Tim from the mountain
who stole Katelyn's heart straight away
Tall, handsome and sturdy, with his hurdy gurdy
He wed her on Saint Patty's Day.
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Well Tim left the mountain to serve the Queen's Navy
A fine sailor he had become
But washed over the rail in a tempest so heavy
'n went down like a bottle of rum
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Now Katelyn came back to this quaint little town
for the mountain grew lonely and cold
To this day you'll see Katelyn still reelin' around
as if she had never grown old
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