Kentucky! O Kentucky!
Kentucky! O Kentucky! | |
Anonymous
| John Morgan's foot is on thy shore, Kentucky! O Kentucky! His hand is on thy stable door, Kentucky! O Kentucky! You'll see your good gray mare no more, He'll ride her till her back is sore, And leave her at some stranger's door, Kentucky! O Kentucky! | 2. For feeding John you're paying dear, Kentucky! O Kentucky! His very name now makes you fear, Kentucky! O Kentucky! In every valley, far and near, He's gobbled every horse and steer; You'll rue his raids for many a year, Kentucky! O Kentucky! |
| 3. Yet you have many a traitorous fool, Kentucky! O Kentucky! Who still will be the Rebel's tool, Kentucky! O Kentucky! They'll learn to yield to Abra'm's rule, In none but Johnny's costly school, At cost of every "animule," Kentucky! O Kentucky! |