Come all you Missouri gals an’ listen to my noise, Mind how you marry them Arkansas boys; For if you do your portion it will be, Cold johnnycake an’ venison is all you will sce. 
They will lead you out in them blackjack hills, There so much against your will; Leave you there for to perish on the place, For that’s the way of the Arkansas race. 
Sandstone chimney an’a batten door, Clapboard roof an’a puncheon floor; Some gets a little an’some gets none, An’ that’s the way of the Arkansas run. 
When they go to meetin’ the clothes they wear, Is a old brown coat all tore an’ bare, A old white hat without no crown, An’ old blue duckins the whole year round. 
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