Well, Katey Daley came from Tipperary
In the pioneerin' year of forty-two
Her old man, he was shot in Tombstone City
For the makin' of his Irish mountain dew
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Come down from the mountain, Katey Daley
Come down from the mountain, Katey do
Can't you hear us calling, Katey Daley ?
We wanna taste your Irish mountain dew!
Wake up and pay attention, Katey Daley
I am the judge that's gonna sentence you
All the boys in court have drunk your whiskey
And to tell the truth, dear Katey, I have, too!
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So off to jail they took poor Katey Daley
And very soon the gates were opened wide
Angels came for poor old Katey Daley
And took her far across the Great Divide
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Before the Pearly Gates, there stood poor Katey
St. Peter said, "Good brewers, there are few
So step aside the Golden Gate, dear Katey,
And start to make your heavenly mountain dew!"
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Arrangement: Amberhawke
Lead Vocal: Linda King
Backup Vocals: Sean Morse
Guitar: Linda King
Bass: Sean Morse