Katy Daley

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