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Hurrah for the buffalo hunters!

Hurrah for the cart brigade!

That creak along on its winding way,

While we dance and sing and play.

Hurrah, hurrah for the cart brigade!

Hurrah for the Pembinah hunters!

Hurrah for its cart brigade!

For with horse and gun we roll along

O'er mountain and hill and plain.

Hurrah, hurrah for the cart brigade!

We whipped the Sioux and scalped them too,

While on the western plain,

And rode away on our homeward way

With none to say us nay,—

Hurrah, hurrah for the cart brigade! Hurrah!

Mon ami, mon ami, hurrah for our black-haired girls!

That braved the Sioux and fought them too,

While on Montana's plains.

We'll hold them true and love them too,

While on the trail of the Pembinah, hurrah!

Hurrah, hurrah for the cart brigade of Pembinah!

We have the skins and the meat so sweet.

And we'll sit by the fire in the lodge so neat,

While the wind blows cold and the snow is deep.

Then roll in our robes and laugh as we sleep.

Hurrah, hurrah for the cart brigade! Hurrah!

Hurrah! Hurrah!