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!"
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- by Kirke Mechem (b. 1925), "Kansas boys", op. 46 [SATB chorus and piano], from American Madrigals: Madrigal Cycle on American Folks Songs, Carl Fischer [text verified 1 time]
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