Blue Mountains

Da da da,
Da da da,
Da da da da da.
One morning, one morning,
One morning in May,
I overheard a married man
to a young girl say:
«Go dress you up pretty Katie,
come along with me,
across the blue mountains
to the Allegheny.
I’ll buy you a horse love
and a saddle to ride,
I’ll buy myself another
to ride by your side.»
Da da da,
Da da da,
Da da da da da.
We’ll stop at every tavern,
we’ll drink when we’re dry.
Across the blue mountains
goes my Katie and I.
They left before daybreak
on a dapple and a roan,
past tall shivering pines
where the mockingbirds go.
Past dark cabin windows
where eyes never see,
across the blue mountains
to the Allegheny…
Da da da,
Da da da,
Da da da da da.