When I fist came to town They call me the roving j**el Now they've change their tune They call me Katie Cruel When I fist came to town They brought me the bottles plenty Now they've changed their tune They bring me the bottles empty If was where I would be, Then I would be where I am not, Here I am where I must be Where that I would, I can not Through the woods I travel, Through the boggy mire Straight way down the road To my heart's desire