KATY DALEY

With her old man, Katy came from Tipperary,
In the pioneering year of forty-two,
Her old man he was shot in Johnstone City
For the making of his Irish mountain dew.

Come down the mountains, Katy Daley,
Come down the mountains, Katy do,
Oh can't y'hear us callin' Katy Daley,
We wanna drink y'Irish mountain dew.

Wake up an' pay attention, Katy Daley,
I am the judge that's goin' t' sentence you,
Now all the boys in court have drunk y' whiskey,
And t' tell the truth, dear Kate, I drunk it too.

And so to jail they took poor Katy Daley,
But very soon the gates were opened wide,
'Cause the angels came for poor old Katy Daley,
And took her far across that great divide.

Before the golden gates stood Katy Daley,
Saint Peter said, good brewers, they are few -
So step inside the golden gates, now Katy,
And start to brew your heavenly Mountain Dew.

By Dr Patrick C Power of Co Tipperary, Ireland. Words from Agnes Brett.

Chester Bluegrass Session wrote an additional second verse:

Katy came a-runnin' down the mountain
Swingin' in her hands a jug or two,
But the Sheriff and his boys they heard us callin'
And caught her with the good old mountain dew.