American Old Time Song Lyrics: 24 The Oregon Boys
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 24
THE OREGON BOYS.
Come, young ladies, listen to my noise,
Don't you marry the Oregon boys,
For if you do your portion will be
Johnny-cake and venison, that's all you'll see.
When you go to a neighbor's close,
It's "hello, madam, do you keep house?"
The first thing they say when they sit down,
"Young ladies, your Johnny-cake is getting mighty brown."
When they go to bake their bread
They build a fire as high as their head;
They rake out the coals and on them throw-
Well, the name they give it is dough, boys, dough.
Some houses are attached to a huge log wall,
Without any windows in it at all;
An old mud chimney and batten door,
Clapboard roof and a puncheon floor.
When they dress it is like the rest,
Buckskin trousers, coat and vest;
Old yarn socks they wear the year 'round,
Old white hat more brim than crown.
Milk in the slop-bucket, strain it in a gourd,
Put it in the corner and cover with a board;
Some get a share and some get none,
And that is life at the Oregon's home.