Hunt the Buffalo

Come all you brisk young fellows, who have a mind to roam,
Unto some foreign country, a long way from home,
Unto some foreign country, a long with me to go,
And we'll settle on the banks of the lovely Ohio.

Chorus

Sweet and shady groves!
Through the wild woods we'll wander and we'll hunt the buffalo,
And we'll hunt the buffalo,
Thro' the wild woods we'll wander and we'll hunt the buffalo!
Come all ye pretty fair maids, and spin us some yarn
To make us some nice clothing, to keep ourselves warm;
For you can knit and sew, my loves, while we do reap and mow
When we settle on the banks of the lovely Ohio.

There are fishes in the river just fitted for our use
There's tall and lofty sugar cane that yields us some juice;
There is all kind of game, my boys, beside the buck and doe,
When we settle on the banks of the lovely Ohio.

From Treasury of Mississippi River Folklore, Botkin

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