69. Kentucky! O Kentucky!
John Morgan's foot is on the shore,Kentucky! O Kentucky!
His hand is on thy stable-door,
Kentucky! O Kentucky!
You'll see your good gray mare no more,
He'll ride her till her back is sore,
And leave her at some stranger's door,
Kentucky!, O Kentucky!
For feeding John you're paying dear,
Kentucky! O Kentucky!
His very name now makes you fear,
Kentucky! O Kentucky!
In every valley, far and near,
H-e's gobbled every horse and steer;
You'll rue his raids for many a year,
Kentucky! O Kentucky!
Yet you have many a traitorous fool,
Kentucky! O Kentuky!
Who still will be the rebels' tool,
Kentucky! O Kentucky!
They'll learn to yield to Abram's rule
In none but Johnny's costly school,
At cost of every animule,
Kentucky! O Kentucky!