ROCKY MOUNTAIN



Rocky mountain, rocky hill

Rocky hill was grassy.

There I met a purty young miss,

Lord but she was sassy.



cho:

Lord Lord Lord

(repeat last line of verse)



How old are you, my purty little miss?

How old are you, my honey?

She answered me "Lord Lord

Be seventeen come Sunday."



Come go with me my purty little miss

Come go with me, miss Nancy.

She answered me "Lord, Lord

You'd better ask my mammy."



Take my knapsack on my back

Rifle on my shoulder.

Goin' down to New Orleans

Goin' to be a soldier.





Note: Collected from Rufus Crisp, Allen KY, ca.1953. His "Lord

Lord" might have been "Law Law". Rufus wasn't too strong on

enunciation, but he frailed a mighty banjo.RG

See also YONHIGH

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