The 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 here you see

A hunter from kentucky.

Oh, kentucky, the hunters of kentucky

Oh, kentucky, 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 pakenham 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.

A bank was rais'd to hide our breast,

Not that we thought of dying,

But the we always like to rest,

Unless the game is flying;

Behind it stood our little force

None wished it to be greater,

For ev'ry man was half a horse,

And half an alligator.

They found, at last, 'twas vain to fight,

Where lead was all the booty,

And so they wisely took to flight,

And left us all our beauty.

And now, if danger e'er annoys,

Remember what our trade is,

Just send for us kentucky boys,

And we'll protect ye, ladies.