Pete Seeger — Blue Mountain Lake

Come all you bold fellers, where'er you may be Come set down a-while and listen to me The truth I will tell you without a mistake Of the rackets we had about Blue Mountain Lake Derry, down, down, down, derry down There's the Sullivan brothers and Big Jimmy Lou Old Mose Gilbert and Dandy Pat too As fine lot of fellers as ever you seen And we all worked for Griffith on township nineteen Derry, down, down, down, derry, down Bill Mitchell, you know, he kept our shanty And as mean a damn man as you ever did see He'd lay round the shanty from morning till night And, if a man said a word, he was ready to fight Derry, down, down, down, derry down Derry, down, down, down, derry down One morning 'fore daylight Jim Lou, he got mad Knocked hell out of Mitchell and the boys was all glad His wife, she just stood there, and, the truth I will tell She was tickled to death to see Mitchell catch hell Derry, down, down, down, derry down Derry, down, down, down, derry down Old Griffith he stood here, the crabby old Drake And a hand in the racket, we thought he would ake But a couple of the boys come and took him away "Becripes," said old Griffith, "I've nothing to say" Derry, down, down, down, derry down Derry, down, down, down, derry down You can talk of your fashions and styles to be seen But there's none like Nellie the cook of nineteen She's short, thick and stout, without a mistake And we all call her Nellie, the belle of Long Lake Derry, down, down, down, derry down Derry, down, down, down, derry down Well, my song's about over, adieu to you all Christmas is coming and I'm going to Glens Falls And, when I get there, I'll go out on a spree "Cause when I get drunk, boys, the devil's in me Derry, down, down, down, derry down Derry, down, down, down, derry down