| My eyes are brimming o'er with tears
My heart is full of woe;
An old time friend went up the flume
A day or two ago.
Kate Bender was this maiden's name,
You've heard it o'er and o'er;
The hand of death has laid her low
A dozen times before.
I know I should not weep and wail
Nor shed the briny tear,
For Katy will come back to earth
And die again next year.
Verdigris Valley Verse
(Coffeyville, Kansas: The Journal Press. 1917)