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Posted By: Q (Frank Staplin)
14-Sep-07 - 12:57 AM
Thread Name: Lyr/Tune Add: Over the Mountain (Boys of the Lough
Subject: Lyr Add: I'M FROM OVER THE MOUNTAIN (Sam Henry)
Sam Henry has two versions of the song. This is one that appealed to me.


When the bright sun had sunk in the west,
I then took a notion to marry,
I put on my hat and away I did go,
I seemed to be in a great hurry;
When I came to the dwelling where ofttimes I'd been,
My heart gave a leap when my darling I seen:
She opened the door, saying, 'Won't you come in?'
Says I, 'Will you go o'er the mountain?'

'O, what foolish notions come into your head?
I'm glad for to meet you so merry,
It's just twelve o'clock and the old folk in bed,
Speak low or my daddy will hear you.'
'Now, if it be jesting, you know it is true,
We have courted a year and I think that should do,
So this very night I'll get married to you,
If you'll take a trip over the mountain.'

'Now if I would make an elopement with you,
It might be attended with danger;
The people would titter and censor away
And my parents would both frown and wonder.'
'Well, just let them tittle and censor away;
Consult with yourself for it's wearing near day.
I don't give a fig what the lot of them say,
If I had you once over the mountain.'

So when she saw that I was going away,
Her heart it began for to flutter,
She stepped up to me and this she did say,
'I will soon put an end to this matter.
Stop, stop, my own darling, till I get my shoes.'
My heart gave a leap when I heard the glad news,
I ran to the door, saying 'I hope you'll excuse
My simplicity over the mountain.'

When the bright moon had sunk in the west
And the morning star was brightly shining,
With a long journey pursuing great haste,
We were joined at the altar that morning.
With peace and contentment we have spent our long days,
The anger of marriage it soon wore away,
And often to my wee lassie I say,
'Do you rue coming over the mountain?'

'Oh, no, my dear jewel, I do not rue
That I took the advice of my laddie,
Now that I'm safe o'er the mountain with you,
I fear not the frown of my daddy.'
Let this be a warning to every young maid:
Just slip out at night, leave your daddy in bed,
And not be afraid with your lover to wed;
Think on the wee girl over the mountain.

(b) 9H61b: Dt). Source: John Marshall (Carngad Hill, Glasgow) from his mother (Ireland), c. 1900.
Gale Huntington, ed., 1990, "Sam Henry's Songs of the People," Univ. Georgia Press.