Lyrics

With her old man she came from Tipperary In the pioneering days of '42 Her old man was shot in Tombstone City For the making of his good old mountain dew Oh Come on down the mountain Katy Daley Come on down the mountain Katy do Can't you hear us calling Katy Daley We want to drink your good old mountain dew Wake up and pay attention Katy Daley For I'm the judge that's gonna sentence you All the boys in court have drunk your whiskey To tell the truth I like a little too So to the jail they took poor Katy Daley And pretty soon the gates were open wide Angels came for poor old Katy Daley Took her far across the great divide