| Lyrics: | 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.
@soldier @America
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