Katherine, oh, Kathie, Katherinie!
I’m delighted by your own ways,
Like the Christmas tree you’re so skinny
But dressed up you’ll have another weight.

You will have all bloody fancy dresses,
Swear to you by hell and holly ghost,
Like the bitch I stabbed after the passes.
Take the things just as the way they go

Don’t get frightened, Kathie, Katherinie, -
We shall have the glamour in our ditch
We’ll get everything the loot is bringing
And not each year I do kill a bitch.

Katherinie, throw away the doubts
Don’t’ you trust the words I just have said
Fetch the sledge, we gonna have a bout!
And the funeral is yet far-fetched...