She was born in an old Monason alley
Her ma and her pa they called her Sal
She grew up to be the pride of the valley
A typical Monongahela gal
She wandered one day by the river,
and she watched the Jason steaming by.
Her heart gave a leap and a quiver,
as she caught the handsome
pilot's rolling eye.
Now his name, you must know,
was Moat Stanley,
And he wore a fancy sporting coat.
He was tall, dark,
and handsome and manly,
The slickest pilot ever steered a boat.
Roll on, roll on Monongahela,
roll on to the Ohio,
roll on past Tallahassee,
down to the Mississippi,
flare up to the Gulf of
Mex ico.
Now Mote gave a toot,
honest whistle,
And the Jason churned the
water a hairless turn,
And Sal, stepping light as a thistle,
Reached up and took Mote
Stanley's hand in hers.
It was love, careless love, by the river
It was love, careless love, by the shore
And I'm sure the good Lord
will forgive her
For she never knew
what love was like before
He swore that he always
would love her,
As they locked through the
old Emsworth dam.
But that night overboard he did shove her,
And then Moat Stanley
took it on the land.
Well, no one could say Sal was sickly
She didn't even take time out to bawl
But she high -tailed it right down for civically
Slap pin' out a
fast Australian crawl
She hopped a fast freight for Rochester
And there was moat a
-steaming close to shore
From a yard bull who tried to molest her
She up and swiped
a great big .44 floor.
She raised up that big shooting iron,
and she fired six shots into moat.
And when she laid out that revolver,
she sure messed up that
fancy sporting coat.
Roll on, roll among the gila
where the catfish and the carp left
long ago you used to be so pure
but now you're just a sewer
messing up the Gulf of Mexico