ROLLIN' DOWN THE MOUNTAIN
As recorded by the Callahan Brothers [date unknown, but it sounds very early]

In the hills of West Virginia lived a girl named Nancy Brown.
She was the fairest maiden in city or a town.
One day there came a deacon; he was seeking for a thrill.
He took our little Nancy Brown away up in the hill.

She come rolling down the mountain, rolling down the mountain.
She come rolling down the mountain mighty wise(?).
She didn't give the deacon the things that he was seekin'
And remained as pure as the West Virginia skies.

There came a western cowboy with his fancy chaps and frills.
He also took our Nancy Brown away up in the hills.

She came rolling down the mountain, rolling down the mountain,
She came rolling down the mountain like a lamb.
In spite of all his urgin' she still remained a virgin,
And remained as pure as a West Virginia ham.

Then came a city slicker with his hundred-dollar bills.
He also took our Nancy Brown away up in the hills.

She stayed up in the mountain, stayed up in the mountain,
Stayed up in the mountain all the night.
She returned next morning early, more a woman than a girlie,
And her pappy chased the hussy out of sight.

Now she's living in the city, living in the city,
Living in the city mighty swell.
She's through with pots and kettles, also cooking vittles,
And the West Virginia hills can go to hell.