Caught the little mountain trout,
In the lake and in the river,
With their poles both crude and stout;
Caught the squirrel and the pheasant,
Chased the turkey, deer and bear,
Caught a-plenty, all they needed,
Yet they had not one to spare.
In the sapphire land they lingered
Many days and many nights,
On the mountains, ‘mid the laurel,