ACROSS THE ROCKY MOUNTAIN

Across the rocky mountain I walked for miles and miles
Across the rocky mountain I walked for miles and miles
I'll never forget my mother's looks, God bless her sweetly smile

There was an old rich farmer who lived in the neighbourhood by
He had one lovely daughter, on her I cast my eye
She was most tall and handsome, blue eyes and curly hair
There's no other girl in this wide world with her I could compare

She was courted by three squires, so well they did agree
She was courted by three squiers so well they did agree
But to no one like Jack the sailor who crossed the deep blue sea

Well your cheeks they are too rosy, your fingers they are too small
Your cheeks they are too rosy, your fingers they are too small
Oh, your cheeks they are too rosy to face the cannonball

No, my cheeks are not too rosy, nor fingers not too small
My cheeks are not too rosy, nor fingers not too small
Oh, it would not change my conscience to see ten thousand fall

She was walking through the battlefield, searching up and down
She was walking through the battlefield, searching up and down
All among the dead and wounded, her darling Jack she found

She picked him up all in her arms, she carried him to the town
She picked him up all in her arms, she carried him to the town
She took him to the doctor for to quickly heal the wound

Source: as printed in Cohen/Seeger/Wood 'Old-Time String Band Songbook' Oak Publications 1976, pp 30-31.

--Stewie.