We sit out in the front yard in the evening,                  
And we listen to the tales the old folks tell.
We watch the children playing Andy Over.
Just sitting here and waiting for the Belle.

And when we hear that cally-ope come playing;
And when we hear that steamboat whistle blow;
The children all go running to the  river,
Just to watch the Belle come up the Ohio.

When the Belle of Louisville comes up the river,
And the cally-ope plays tunes from long ago:
I tell you, folks, we're mighty, mighty lucky
To be living here along the Ohio.