Oho! My Boy! Oho! Etc.

If you travel in the West,

One shy glance will pierce your breast

From a bright eye, O so bright!

And an auburn heaven of hair

Will so glorify the air,

You'll surrender all your soul at sight.

Oho! My Boy! Oho!

Always for your weal and never for your woe,

Your little heart will gallop on the go,

And it will not give you rest

Within your manly breast,

Till you land yourself in toto at her toe.

Oho! My Boy! Oho!

Thus, the land we love

Is a land of pretty girls,

In grand variety;

With their many colored eyes

And their multi-colored curls,

They'll steal thy heart from thee.

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