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
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 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
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 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