Classic Poem

1
Come all ye fine young fellows
Who have got a mind to range
Into some far off countree
Your fortune for to change.
We'll lay us down upon the banks
Of the blessed O-hi-o;
Through the wildwoods we'll wander,
And we'll chase the buffalo.

2
Come all ye fine young women
Who have got a mind to go,
That you may make us clothing
You can knit and you can sew.
We'll build you fine log cabins
By the blessed O-hi-o;
Through the wildwoods we'll wander,
And we'll chase the buffalo.

3
And should the dread wild Indians
By chance to us come near,
We'll all unite together,
And show we have no fear.
We'll bind ourselves together
And strike the fatal blow;
Through the wildwoods we'll wander,
And we'll chase the buffalo.