Basket Landing: Music

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Well up on the middle of the mountainside,
Where the red and the grey squirrels play,
And the sound of the fiddle when the old man died,
Was to carry his soul away,
And some folks hammered on the steel all day,
And some put a furrow in the ground,
But nobody did it like the Darling Boys,
When the fiddle and the bow came down,
When the fiddle and the bow came down.

CHORUS:
Well the Darling Boys they all dressed funny,
And the Darling Boys they talked real slow,
But nobody did it like the Darling Boys,
When it came to the old banjo,
When it came to the old banjo.

Well down in the middle of a one-horse town
Where the steeple stands up high,
They paid by the gallon when the boys came down,
And that old town was dry,
Well the Darling Boys set traps on the river,
And the Darling Boys made shine in the night,
But nobody did it like the Darling Boys,
When the time of the moon was right,
When the time of the moon was right.