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