ACROSS THE BLUE MOUNTAIN
(sung by Marybird McAllister, Brown's Cove, Va., 1962)

One morning, one morning, on morning in May
I heard a married man to a young girl did say,
"Oh rise you up pretty Katy and go along with me,
Across the Blue Mountain to the Allegheny."

"I'll buy you a horse, love, and a saddle to ride,
I'll buy me another to ride by your side,
We'll stop at every tavern and drink when we are dry
Across the Blue Mountain goes Katy and I."

It's up steps her mother and angry was she then,
"Dear daughter, dear daughter he is a married man,
Besides there's young men plenty more handsomer than he
And let him take his own wife to the Allegheny."

"Dear Mother, dear Mother, he's the man of my own heart
And wouldn't that be an awful thing for me and my love to part?
I'd valley all the women that ever I did see
'At crossed the Blue Mountain to the Allegheny."

(From: Roger D. Abrahams and George Foss, Anglo-American Folksong Style, Prentice-Hall, 1968, p. 16)

~Masato