An Original Collection of Songs sung at the Theatres Royal, Public Concerts &c. &c. By W. T. Moncrieff |
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THE KENTUCKIAN!
I've just come from Kentucky,
'Mongst the Shakes, in the far West—
Where, when I cut my lucky,
All the bears they made a feast;
For up the bee tree, in the cane,
I'd hunted them to kill;
And none had ever winked again,
Had I not had my fill.
Raise the steam, and go a-head!
Toss off a sling for luck—
Put on the gas from the main pipe,
In praise of Old Kentuck.
'Mongst the Shakes, in the far West—
Where, when I cut my lucky,
All the bears they made a feast;
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I'd hunted them to kill;
And none had ever winked again,
Had I not had my fill.
Raise the steam, and go a-head!
Toss off a sling for luck—
Put on the gas from the main pipe,
In praise of Old Kentuck.
My father he was bosen's mate
To Commodore Paul Jones,
And he left me a large estate—
'Twas all in paving stone.
I'm a genooine Backwood man,
And when I'm out of prog,
To prove that I'm a good man,
I can eat a hickory log.
Raise the steam, &c.
To Commodore Paul Jones,
And he left me a large estate—
'Twas all in paving stone.
I'm a genooine Backwood man,
And when I'm out of prog,
To prove that I'm a good man,
I can eat a hickory log.
Raise the steam, &c.
I'm half horse, half alligator,
Half a snapping turtle, too—
I can fairly beat all natur,
For there's nothing I can't do.
I am all made up of brimstone,
Except my ears and head;
And they are aquafortis,
On which I for pap was fed,
Raise the steam, &c.
Half a snapping turtle, too—
I can fairly beat all natur,
For there's nothing I can't do.
I am all made up of brimstone,
Except my ears and head;
And they are aquafortis,
On which I for pap was fed,
Raise the steam, &c.
I don't stand on a trifle,
But still go the entire hog;
I've the closest shooting ride,
And I sport the best coon dog.
I've got the biggest ticker,
And the toughest racking horse,
And I can kill more lickar,
And more varments, too, in course.
Raise the steam, &c.
But still go the entire hog;
I've the closest shooting ride,
And I sport the best coon dog.
I've got the biggest ticker,
And the toughest racking horse,
And I can kill more lickar,
And more varments, too, in course.
Raise the steam, &c.
I've got the prettiest sister,
And any man may have her;
They'll be sorry who have missed her,
For, like me, she's a rip staver.
I weigh my weight in wild cats,
Can a panther grin to death—
Hug a bear too close for comfort,
So I'll bark while I have breath.
Raise the steam, &c.
And any man may have her;
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For, like me, she's a rip staver.
I weigh my weight in wild cats,
Can a panther grin to death—
Hug a bear too close for comfort,
So I'll bark while I have breath.
Raise the steam, &c.
I can wade the Missisippi,
And can jump the Ohio;
In a tub can, in a jiffy,
Up the Niagara go
I ride on a streak of lightning,
And a thunderbolt can catch,
And in cooling off a foreigner,
I never had my match.
Raise the steam, &c.
And can jump the Ohio;
In a tub can, in a jiffy,
Up the Niagara go
I ride on a streak of lightning,
And a thunderbolt can catch,
And in cooling off a foreigner,
I never had my match.
Raise the steam, &c.
I member am of Congress,
A full major, and a judge;
And, moreover, a bear hunter,
Who was never known to judge,
By scores the scalping Ingins
To eternity I've hurled—
The yaller flower of the forest,
The beauty of the world.
Raise the steam, and go a-head,
And take a sling for luck:
The gas must from the main be laid,
In praise of Old Kentuck!
A full major, and a judge;
And, moreover, a bear hunter,
Who was never known to judge,
By scores the scalping Ingins
To eternity I've hurled—
The yaller flower of the forest,
The beauty of the world.
Raise the steam, and go a-head,
And take a sling for luck:
The gas must from the main be laid,
In praise of Old Kentuck!
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