Was you ever on the Brumalow Where the Yankee boys are all the go?
ChorusTo 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.

Sharp wrote, “I know of no other printed version of this chanty. The chorus is curiously disjointed in its rhythm.”