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 yourselves quite lucky,
For 'tis not often that you see
A hunter from Kentucky.
Oh Kentucky, the hunters of Kentucky!
Oh Kentucky, the hunters of Kentucky!
And Jackson he was wide awake,
And was not scared at trifles,
For well he knew what aim we take,
With our Kentucky rifles:
He led us down by Cypress swamp,
The ground was low and mucky;
And there stood John Bull in pomp,
And here was old Kentucky.
Oh Kentucky, the hunters of Kentucky!
Oh Kentucky, the hunters of Kentucky!
Oh Kentucky, the hunters of Kentucky!
Oh Kentucky, the hunters of Kentucky!



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Friedman
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