Catie Cruel

When I first came to town,
They called me the roving jewel;
Now they've changed their tune,
They call me Katy Cruel.

Oh that I was where I would be,
Then I would be where I am not,
Here I am where I must be,
Go where I would, I can not.
I know who I love,
And I know who does love me;
I know where I'm going,
And I know who's going with me.
Through the woods I go,
And through the bogs and mire,
Straightway down the road,
And to my heart's desire.

{Katie Cruel is a traditional American folksong, likely of Scottish origin}