Come, all you Mississippi girls, and listen to my noise
If you happen to go West, don’t you marry those Texian boys
For if you do, your fortune will be
Cold jonny-cake and beefsteak, that’s all that you will see
Cold jonny-cake and beefsteak, that’s all that you will see.
When they go courting, here’s what they wear
An old leather coat, and it’s all ripped and tore
And an old brown hat with the brim tore down
And a pair of dirty socks, they’ve worn the winter round.
When one comes in, the first thing you hear
Is, Madam, you father has killed a dear
And the next thing they say when they sit down
Is, Madam the jonny-cake is too damned brown.
The live in a hut with hewed log wall
Bit it ain’t got any windows at all
With a clapboard roof and a puncheon floor
And that’s the way all Texas o’er.
They will take you out on a live oak hill
And there they will leave you much against your will
They will leave you on the prairie, starve you on the plains
For that is the way with Texians
For that is the way with Texians.
When they go to preaching let me tell you how they dress
Just an old black shirt without any vest
Just an old straw hat more brim than crown
And an old sock leg that they wear in the winter round
And an old sock let that they wear in the winter round.
For you wedding supper, there’ll be beef and cornbread
There it is to eat when the ceremony’s said
And when you go to milk you’ll milk into a gourd
And set it in the corner and cover it with a board
For that is the way with the Texians
For that is the way with the Texians.