151.  NANCY BROWN (She Came Rollin' Down the Mountain)
Melody--???

Way out in West Virginia lived a gal named Nancy Brown,
You ain't never seen such beauty in a city nor a town,
Oh she lived up in the mountain,
Yes she lived up in the mountain,
Oh she lived up in the mountain mighty high.
And so it is related, not a bit contaminated,
She was as pure as the West Virginia sky.

Now there came the local cowboy with his guitar and his 						song,
He took Nancy to the mountain but she still knew right 						from wrong,
She came rollin' down the mountain,
She came rollin' down the mountain,
She came rollin' down the mountain mighty fine.
And despite that cowboy's urgin' she remained the village 						virgin,
She was as pure as the West Virginia sky.

Then there came the village deacon with his phrases sweet 						and kind,
He took Nancy to the mountain but she still could read 						his mind,
She came rollin' down the mountain,
She came rollin' down the mountain,
She came rollin' down the mountain mighty fine. 
And they say that that there deacon didn't get what he 						was seekin',
She was as pure as the West Virginia sky.

But there came the city slicker with his thousand dollar 						bills,
He put Nancy in his Packard and drove up in them thar 							hills,
Oh they stayed up on the mountain,
She was laid upon the mountain,
Oh they stayed up on the mountain all that night.
 She came down next mornin' early more a woman than a 						girl,
And her mother kicked the hussy out of sight.

SLOW: Now the end of our ditty finds Nancy in the city,
And by all accounts she's doin' mighty swell,
For she's winin',
And she's dinin',
And she's on her back reclinin',
And those West Virginia skies can go to hell.

NORMAL TEMPO: But there came the big Depression, caught 						our slicker by the pants,
He had to sell his Packard and give up his little Nance,
So she went back to the mountain,
Yes she went back to the mountain,
Oh she went back to the mountain mighty sore.
Now the cowboy and the deacon get the thing that they 							were seekin',
For she's nothing but a West Virginia whore.

From Paul Woodford, "Hash Hymns II" (Honolulu, Hawaii, 1994)