“THE RACKETS AROUND BLUE MOUNTAIN LAKE”
Come a ll you good fellows wh erever you be,
Come s it down a while and listen to me,
The truth I will tell you without a mistake,
‘Bout the rackets we had ’round the Blue Mountain Lake.
Derry, down, down, down derry down
There’s the Sullivan brothers and big Jimmy Lue,
And ole Morse Gillet and Dandy Pat too,
A good lot of fellows as e\er was seen,
And they all worked for Griffin on Township nineteen.
Bill Mitchel, you know, he kept our shanty,
And as mean a damn man as you ever did see,
He lay round the shanty from morning to night,
And if a man said a word, he was ready to fight.
One morning ‘fore daylight, Jim Lue, he got mad,
Knocked hell out of Mitchel, and the boys was all glad,
And his wife she stood there, and the truth I must tell,
She was tickled to death to see Mitchel catch hell.
Old Griffin stood there, the crabby old drake,
A hand in the racket we thought he would take,
When some of the boys came and led him away,
‘ Be cripes,” said old Griffin, “I have nothing to say.”
You can talk of your fashion and your styles to be seen,
But none can compare with the cook of Nineteen,
She’s short, thick and fat without a mistake,
And the boys call her Nelly, the belle of Long Lake.
And now you good fellows, adieu to you all,
Christmas is coming and I’m going to Glen Falls,
And when I get there, I’ll go out on a spree,
For you know when I have money the devil’s in me.