On Cassady's Hill, by the moonshine still
There's a harvest fair, you can meet me there
On Cassady's Hill
Let the country fair commence
Time to climb the picket fence
The n'er do-alls are coming down the way
See the drifters riding in, for to get a taste of sin
It's fare thee well to dark and dreary days
On Cassady's Hill, by the moonshine still
There's a harvest fair, you can meet me there
On Cassady's Hill
Come in from herring shoals
Come out from shady groves
And bring a stick to heap upon the blaze
Come out from lumber camps
Bring your winking whale-oil lamps
It's fare thee well to dark and dreary days
On Cassady's Hill, by the moonshine still
There's a harvest fair, you can meet me there
On Cassady's Hill
Hear the warble of the thrush
See the maiden start to blush
As we reignite the rough and rowdy ways
Hear the traveller's aching tune
See the rising of the moon
It's fare thee well to dark and dreary days