Kansas boys

Hello girls, listen to my voice

Don't you fall in love with no Kansas boys,

For if you do, your fortune it will be

Hoecake, hominy, and sassafras tea.

They'll take you out on a jet-black hill,

Take you there so much against your will,

Leave you there to perish on the plain,

That's the way with the Kansas range.

Give me a home where the buffalo roam

Home is a cabin with a big log wall

Nary a window in it at all

Where the deer and the antelope play

Smoky chimney and a shaky floor,

Where seldom is heard a discouraging word

Clapboard roof and a broken-down door,

Where the cyclones are blowin' all day

That's the way with the Kansas boys.

Swing that pretty girl, 'round we go,

Sashay right and docedo,

Hey ho, diddledum day,

When they go dancing the clothes that they wear,

Is an old brown coat all picked and bare,

And an old white hat more rim than crown,

A pair of cotton socks that they wore the week around.

If Kansas boys ever fall in love

First it's "honey," then it's "turtle dove,"

After they're married, it's no such thing,

"Get up and get my breakfast, you no good thing!"