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Rocky Mountain 
Rocky Mountain 
Rocky mountain, rocky hill Rocky hill was grassy. There I met a purty young miss, Lord but she was sassy. 
cho: Lord Lord Lord (repeat last line of verse) 
How old are you, my purty little miss? How old are you, my honey? She answered me "Lord Lord Be seventeen come Sunday." 
Come go with me my purty little miss Come go with me, miss Nancy. She answered me "Lord, Lord You'd better ask my mammy." 
Take my knapsack on my back Rifle on my shoulder. Goin' down to New Orleans Goin' to be a soldier. 
Note: Collected from Rufus Crisp, Allen KY, ca.1953. His "Lord Lord" might have been "Law Law". Rufus wasn't too strong on enunciation, but he frailed a mighty banjo.RG