My Mother said to Wendy Ann,
“If you marry a mountain man,
The tears will make you eye full;
A mountain man has skunk scent on his rifle.” 
A mountain man will search for roots
Until he has holes in his boots;
But he is not likely to shave -
He does not make his hair behave. 
A mountain man, he moans and groans;
He picks his teeth with chicken bones;
His tie is wide as he is tall;
His shower, it is a waterfall. 
A mountain man can't wait to see
A squirrel that runs through hickory.
His inner clock wakes him at dawn;
He does sleep with his britches on.