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American Ballads and Folk Songs |
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It's out on the road These sights are to be seen. The antelope and buffalo, The prairie all so green— The antelope and buffalo, The rabbit jumps so highj It's whack the catde on, boys— Root hog or die.
It's every day at twelve There's something for to do; And if there's nothing else, There's a pony for to shoe; I'll throw him down, And still I'll make him lie; Little pig, big pig, Root hog or die.
Now perhaps you'd like to know
What we have to eat,
A little piece of bread
And a little dirty meat,
A little black coffee,
And whisky on the sly;
It's whack the cattle on, boys—
Root hog or die.
There's hard times on Bitter Creek
That never can be beat,
It was root hog or die
Under every wagon sheet;
We cleaned up all the Indians,
Drank all the alkali.
And it's whack the cattle on, boys—
Root hog or die.
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