HUNTERS OF KENTUCKY



Ye gentlemen and ladies fair,

Who grace this famous city,

Just listen if you've time to spare

While I rehearse a ditty,

And for the opportunity

Conceive yourself quite lucky,

For 'tis not often that you see

A hunter from Kentucky.



Oh, Kentucky, The hunters of Kentucky.



We are a hardy, free-born race,

Each man to fear a stranger;

Whate'er the game we join in chase,

Despoiling time and danger;

And if a darling foe annoys,

Whate'er his strength and forces,

We'll show him that Kentucky boys

Are alligator horses.



I s'pose you've read it in the prints,

How Packenham attempted

To make old Hickory Jackson wince,

But soon his scheme repented;

For we, with rifles cocked,

Thought such occasion lucky,

And soon around the gen'ral flocked

The hunters of Kentucky.



You've heard, I s'pose, how New Orleans

Is famed for wealth and beauty,

There's girls of ev'ry hue it seems,

From snowy white to sooty;

So Packenham he made his brags,

If he in fight was lucky,

He'd have their girls and cotton bags,

In spite of old Kentucky.

But Jackson, he was wide awake,

And was not scared of trifles;

For well he knew what aim we take

With our Kentucky rifles;

He led us down to Cypress Swamp,

The ground was low and mucky;

There stood John Bull in pomp,

And here was old Kentucky.



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