Classic Poem

1
Rise you up, my dearest dear,
And present to me your hand,
And we'll all run away
To some far and distant land.

Where the ladies knit and sew,
And the gents they plow and hoe,
And we'll ramble in the cane brake
And shoot the buffalo.


Rise you up, my dearest dear,
And present to me your paw,
I'm sure you've got terbacker,
I'd like to have a chaw.

Oh, the rabbit shot the monkey
And the monkey shot the crow,
Let us ramble in the cane-break
And shoot the buffalo.

3

Where the women sit and patch
And the men stand and scratch,
We'll all meet together
In the old potato patch.

All the way from Georgia
To Texas I must go
To rally 'round the cane-brake
And shoot the buffalo.