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The Buffalo Hunters
He seems to say, " We're coming, boys; so hunter, mind your eye."
Our fires are made of mesquite roots, our beds are
on the ground; Our houses made of buffalo hides, we make them
tall and round; Dur furniture is the camp kettle, the coffee pot, and
pan, Our chuck it is both bread and meat, mingled well
Our neighbors are the Cheyennes, the 'Rapahoes, and Sioux,
Their mode of navigation is a buffalo-hide canoe.
And when they come upon you they take you unaware,
And such a peculiar way they have of raising hunter's hair.