Here is a version from his family in Ireland, sung by Paddy Graber in Vancouver, B. C. (Canada). I've transcribed the words he sings and a link to an mp3 file of Paddy singing the first verse. It's different from the usual tune, but the tune that his family used, so he says.

The Trip Over The Mountain – as sung by Paddy Graber on his CD "Paddy Graber - The Craic Was Great"

One night when the moonlight was bright in the sky
Sure I first took me notion to marry
I put on me hat and away I did hie,
You might think I was in a great hurry.
I went to a door where I often had been
Oh me heart gave a leap when me darling I seen
As she opened the door sure I bade her good night
Saying will you come over the mountain?

Some sort of a jest has got into your head
But I'm glad for to see you so merry;
'Tis past twelve o'clock and you should be in bed,
Oh speak soft or you'll waken me Mammy!
If you think that I'm jesting, my jesting is true,
Sure I courted twelve months, and I think that will do
And before I do go I'll be married to you
If you'll come with me over the mountain.

If I were to make an elopement with you
It might well be attended by danger;
Oh the neighbors would tattle and prattle us too
Me friends they would frown all in wonder!
Well, let them all tattle and prattle away
Consult with yourself for it's very near day
For I don't give a pin what the whole of them say
If you come with me over the mountain.

Oh I have resolved at home for to stay,
For I think it more fitting and better.
Then fare-thee-well darling I must be away
And sure that puts an end to the matter.
Oh, wait, wait one moment till I get me shoes,
Me heart gave a leap when I heard the glad news,
She ran to the door saying maybe I'll choose
To come with you over the mountain.

By that time the moon had gone down in the sky
And the morning star bright was shining.
We both made our way with the greatest of haste
For a marriage our two heart were pining.
We went to the sagart without more delay,
He married us both on that very same day,
And often we smile when we've little to say
Of the trip we took over the mountain.

Cheers, S. in Seattle