The Kitty Song

O where is my kitty, my little grey kitty?
I wandered the fields all around
I looked in the cradle and under the table
but nowhere could kitty be found.

I went to the stable as long as was able
I looked at the old wooden spout
I went to the wood pile and stayed there a good while
but never would kitty come out.

I took my dog Rover and looked the fields over
to see if my kitty was there
No dog could be kinder but he couldn't find her
O where can my poor kitty be?

I saw a boy trundle away with a bundle
and carry it down to the brook.
Could that be my kitty, so cunning and pretty,
I guess I'll go down there and look.

For there is no knowing what people are doing
who carry things off in a sack.
So swiftly do hurry, not very long tarry,
and always come empty back.

I took my hook, and went to the brook
to see if my kitty was there;
but there I found that she had been drowned
And so I went home in despair.


My brother Steve was kind enough to record our mother Marilyn singing the song, as she remembered it. He and our mom also provided (finally!) the definitive 1959 version of "My Little Gray Kitty", written in our grama's hand.


I heard it said that Aunt Diane wasn't pleased at the ending of this tale, and may even have written an alternate ending! She didn't need to, as I've found this alternate version of the song, from this website, excerpted below:

SONGS AS REMEMBERED AND SUNG
BY AGNES AMELIA RANSOM BURTON

OH WHERE, OH WHERE IS MY KITTY?

Oh where, oh where is my little grey kitty?
I've hunted the house all around
I've looked in the cradle
In under the table
And nowhere can kitty be found.

I saw a boy trundle away a small bundle
And carry it down to the brook
Perhaps it was kitty, so cunning and pretty,
I think I'll go down there and look.

I'll take my hook and go down to the brook
To see if my kitty is there
And if I find that my kitty's been drowned
Oh, then I'll give up in despair.

Your little grey kitty has not been drowned
I've found her and brought her to you
But before you take, a promise please make
That you'll not blame the boys anymore.

Learned about 1905.

And here's another alternate version, sent by Greg Miner, who learned it from his Great Grandmother Mabel Elizabeth Heroy, who sang it to him in the early 1960's in southern Michigan:

Oh, where is my kitty, my little grey kitty?
I've hunted the house all around.
I looked in the cradle and under the table,
But no little kitty was found.

I went to the attic and made a great racket,
I peeked in the old water spout.
I went to the woodpile and sat there a good while,
But no little kitty came out.

I called old dog Rover, to search the fields over,
And help find my kitty for me,
No dog could be kinder, but he couldn't find her,
Oh where can my poor kitty be?

I saw a boy trundle, off with a large bundle,
And carry it down to the brook.
Oh can it be kitty, my little grey kitty?
I guess I'll go down there and look.

At last I have found her, brown leaves falling round her,
Up high on the wall, by a tree.
Oh yes, it's my kitty, my little grey kitty,
Come, come naughty kitty to me.


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