Take up the oxen, boys, and harness up the mules;
Pack away provisions and bring along the tools;
The pick and the shovel, and a pan that won't leak;
And we'll start for the gold mines. Hurrah for the Peak!

Then farewell to sweethearts, and farewell to wives,
And farewell to children, the joy of our lives;
We're bound for the Far West, the yellow dust to seek,
And as we march along we'll shout, " Hurrah for Pike's Peak! "

Then crack your whips, my jolly boys, we'll leave our homes behind,
And many lovely scenes that we'll often call to mind,
But we'll keep a merry heart, and we'll steer for Cherry creek;
For we're bound to hunt the yellow dust — Hurrah for Pike's Peak!

We'll cross the bold Missouri, and we'll steer for the west,
And we'll take the road we think is the shortest and the best;
We'll travel o'er the plains, where the wind is blowing bleak,
And the sandy wastes shall echo with — " Hurrah for Pike's Peak! "

We'll sit around the campfires when all our work is done,
And sing our song, and crack our jokes, and have our share of fun;
And when we're tired of jokes and song, our blankets we will seek,
To dream of friends, and home, and gold. Hurrah for Pike's Peak!

Then ho! for the mountain, where the yellow dust is found,
Where the grizzly bear, and the buffalo, and antelope abound;
We'll gather up the dust along the golden creek,
And make our " pile, " and start for home. Hurrah for Pike's Peak!