The mountaineer is working with his Bible
And all Kentucky echoes to his shotgun.
O mountains where our rivers rise and glisten,
Consider you the primitive with buckshot.
Forthwith the mountaineer he made him buckshot
And clambered where his liquors boil and glisten.
He struck at all Kentucky with his Bible
And clamorous he prophesied with shotgun.
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