Pete Seeger – Blue Mountain Lake (Guitar)

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Come all you bold fellers, where'er you may be

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Come set down a-while and listen to me

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The truth I will tell you without a mistake

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Of the rackets we had about Blue Mountain Lake

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Derry, down, down, down, derry down

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There's the Sullivan brothers and Big Jimmy Lou

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Old Mose Gilbert and Dandy Pat too

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As fine lot of fellers as ever you seen

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And we all worked for Griffith on township nineteen

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Derry, down, down, down, derry, down

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Bill Mitchell, you know, he kept our shanty

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And as mean a damn man as you ever did see

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He'd lay round the shanty from morning till night

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And, if a man said a word, he was ready to fight

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Derry, down, down, down, derry down

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Derry, down, down, down, derry down

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One morning 'fore daylight Jim Lou, he got mad

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Knocked hell out of Mitchell and the boys was all glad

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His wife, she just stood there, and, the truth I will tell

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She was tickled to death to see Mitchell catch hell

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Derry, down, down, down, derry down

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Derry, down, down, down, derry down

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Old Griffith he stood here, the crabby old Drake

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And a hand in the racket, we thought he would ake

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But a couple of the boys come and took him away

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"Becripes," said old Griffith, "I've nothing to say"

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Derry, down, down, down, derry down

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Derry, down, down, down, derry down

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You can talk of your fashions and styles to be seen

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But there's none like Nellie the cook of nineteen

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She's short, thick and stout, without a mistake

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And we all call her Nellie, the belle of Long Lake

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Derry, down, down, down, derry down

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Derry, down, down, down, derry down

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Well, my song's about over, adieu to you all

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Christmas is coming and I'm going to Glens Falls

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And, when I get there, I'll go out on a spree

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"Cause when I get drunk, boys, the devil's in me

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Derry, down, down, down, derry down

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Derry, down, down, down, derry down