Sanoja: Jimmie Rodgers. Away out on the Mountain.

I'll pack my grip for a farewell trip
Kiss Susie Jane goodbye at the fountain
I'm going, said I, to the land of the sky
Away out on the mountain

Where the wild sheep grows and the buffalo lows
And the squirrels are so many you can't count them
Then I'll make love to some turtle dove
Way out on the mountain

When the north winds blow and we're gonna have snow
And the rain and the hail comes bouncing
I'll wrap myself in a grizzly bear coat
Away out on the mountain

Where the snakes are vile and the zebras? wild
And the beavers paddle on walking canes
Then I'll send my boots with a buffalo hide
Away out on the mountain

Where the whippoorwills sing me to sleep at night
And the eagle roosts on the rocks of spontan
I'll feast on the meat and the honey so sweet
Way out on the mountain