Was you ever on the Brumalow
Where the Yankee boys are all the go?
Ch: To my way-ay-ha, ha...
My Johnny, boys, ha ha...
Why don't you try
for to wring Miss Lucy Long?
O! as I walked out one morning fair,
To view the views and take the air.
'Twas there I met Miss Lucy fair,
'Twas there we met I do declare.