Catherine.

Give me a glance! My heart is broken, dear Catherine —

By your light step, your laughter, and your eyes.

Ye’re so beautiful, what’s yours is pretty everything —

But costly dresses would increase your price.

I’ll buy you any fancy gowns, and hats, and roses,

And real gems, and everything ye want!

I promise you that ye’ll look better than Dolores,

Whom I did in, and who was so hot...

Believe me, Catherine, and like an o’erfilled river

Our joyful life will flow forth and forth.

At any price I’ll make you happy, O my dear,

And not each year I do in my girls.

My dear Catherine, give up ye any doubt —

An honest heart is throbbing in my chest.

Let’s take a sledge, it’s the right time for riding out!

Let’s go, baby! Later ye’ll be dead...

1965.