Poetry of Kansas
 

Bound Fer Kansas.

G'lang there, Jerry,
    Whoa haw, Buck,
Bound fer Kansas,
   Dern my luck.
Hed three fortunes
   In my grip,
But I hed ter
   Take a trip.
G'lang there, Jerry,
   Whoa haw, Buck,
Bound fer Kansas,
   Dern my luck.
 
Owned a farm there
   Long ago,
Hundred feet of
   Salt below.
Couldn't rest though
   Scarce a minute,
Though there wuz a
   Fortune in it.
Pulled up stakes fer
   Further West,
Well, I s'pose ye
   Know the rest.
G'lang there, Jerry,
   Whoa haw, Buck,
Bound fer Kansas,
   Dern my luck.
 
Then got weary
   And went back,
Bought again
   Another track
Down where they hev
   Gas 'n oil
And the richest
   Kind o' soil.
Stayed three years 'n'
   Moved away___
Gushin' gas well
   Found next day.
G'lang there, Jerry,
   Whoa haw, Buck,
Bound for Kansas
   Dern my luck.
 
Then moved down to
   Pleasanton,
Swore this move was
   My last one.
Bought a quarter
   Where there's lead,
Raised two crops n'
   Got ahead.
Did'nt know thet
   Lead wuz there,
Lead and zinc now
   Everywhere.
Left that farm fer
   Arkansaw,
Now I'm goin'
   Back. Whoa! haw__
G'lang there Jerry,
   Whoa haw, Buck,
Bound fer Kansas,
   Dern my luck.
 
Ef I git in-
   Side that State,
And I'll git there
   Soon or late,
Bet yer life I'll
   Take my stand
Somewhere on a
   Piece of land,
And I'll not be
   Moved an inch
'Nless a cyclone
   Gets a cinch,
Fer ef I should
   Lose my hold
They'd begin to
   Diggin, gold.
G'lang there, Jerry,
   Whoa haw, Buck,
Bound fer Kansas,
   Dern my luck.
___From the Pleasanton, Kans., Observer.

Kansas Zephyrs
Ed. Blair
(Madison, Wis.: American Thresherman. 1901)
Pages 1-3

 
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