Misc Traditional – Hunters Of Kentucky (Guitar)

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Ye gentlemen and ladies fair

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Who grace this famous city

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Just listen, if you've time to spare

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While I rehearse a ditty;

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And for the opportunity

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Conceive yourselves quite lucky

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For 'tis not often that you see

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A hunter from Kentucky

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Oh Kentucky, the hunters of Kentucky!

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Oh Kentucky, the hunters of Kentucky!

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We are a hardy, free-born race

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Each man to fear a stranger;

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Whate'er the game, we join in chase

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Despising toil and danger

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And if a daring foe annoys

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Whate'er his strength and forces

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We'll show him that Kentucky boys

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Are alligator horses

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Oh Kentucky, the hunters of Kentucky!

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Oh Kentucky, the hunters of Kentucky!

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

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How Packenham attempted

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To make old Hickory Jackson wince

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But soon his scheme repented;

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For we, with rifles ready cocked

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Thought such occasion lucky

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And soon around the general flocked

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The hunters of Kentucky

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Oh Kentucky, the hunters of Kentucky!

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Oh Kentucky, the hunters of Kentucky!

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

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Is famed for wealth and beauty

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There's girls of every hue, it seems

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From snowy white to sooty

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So Packenham he made his brags

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If he in fight was lucky

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He'd have their girls and cotton bags

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In spite of old Kentucky

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Oh Kentucky, the hunters of Kentucky!

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Oh Kentucky, the hunters of Kentucky!

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But Jackson he was wide awake

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And was not scared at trifles

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For well he knew what aim we take

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With our Kentucky rifles

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So he led us down by Cypress swamp

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The ground was low and mucky

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There stood John Bull in martial pomp

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And here was old Kentucky

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Oh Kentucky, the hunters of Kentucky!

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Oh Kentucky, the hunters of Kentucky!

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A bank was raised to hide our breasts

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Not that we thought of dying

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But that we always like to rest

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Unless the game is flying

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Behind it stood our little force

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None wished it to be greater

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For every man was half a horse

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And half an alligator

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Oh Kentucky, the hunters of Kentucky!

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Oh Kentucky, the hunters of Kentucky!

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They did not let our patience tire

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Before they showed their faces;

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We did not choose to waste our fire

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So snugly kept our places

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But when so near we saw them wink

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We thought it time to stop 'em

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And 'twould have done you good, I think

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To see Kentuckians drop 'em

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Oh Kentucky, the hunters of Kentucky!

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Oh Kentucky, the hunters of Kentucky!

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They found at last, 'twas vain to fight

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Where lead was all their booty

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And so they wisely took to flight

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And left us all the beauty

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And now, if danger e'er annoys

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Remember what our trade is;

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Just send for us Kentucky boys

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And we'll protect ye, ladies

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Oh Kentucky, the hunters of Kentucky!

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Oh Kentucky, the hunters of Kentucky!

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Oh Kentucky, the hunters of Kentucky!

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Oh Kentucky, the hunters of Kentucky!