3x-xx-xx ep028 First Song - Nancy Brown

In the foliage of the tiny mountain violet, or the giant red wood of the forest, whispering, whispering ever, whispering the secrets of the wide open spaces, yet bearing a sweet cool

message of comfort and good cheer along thy rugged path, bearing echoes of the past and present of the future. Oh, Mountain Bree, a busy messenger. Speaking about being busy, Dindo Pete and his ranch boys are right busy.

Getting ready to entertain you as soon as you better hurry. You boys got poor old dynamite all excited about that wonderful bird that you're going to help him catch. Oh, you mean that tonight, but we're going to take him out?

I don't know how dynamite is. Live this long without hearing about a snipe. But he's surely interested. Well, he'll get educated tonight, holding down the U. Send him up after we get through the second.

Will you, boss? Sure, all right. I'll send poor old dynamite up. All right. Come on boys, let's play there about that gal that came rolling down the mountainside and let it go. Down in West Virginia, lived a gal named Nancy Brown.

He'd never seen such beauty in city hall in town. Nancy and the teacher climbed the mountainside one noon. They got up near the summit, but very, very She come rolling down the mountain, come rolling down the mountain Come rolling down the mountain from above Oh, she left her both companion to the coyotes in the canyon

When I fell her, tried to tell her words of love She was sitting knitting, willin' undies for her dad When she beheld a cowboy in a Sunday suit of flag How's it like to hike there? He remarked and raised his hat.