The way I learned it, it was

    Come on, all you Virginia gals and listen to my noise,
    Don't go with those West Virginia boys. . . .

The less adventurous stay-at-homes (in Virginia) were a bit unhappy about the romantic image of the early frontiersmen as they carved out a place in the wilderness (West Virginia and beyond) and the local girls going ga-ga over them, and tried to warn them that life with one of these romantic and dashing frontiersmen might not be as romantic as it may appear.

This was, of course, a propaganda song.

Don Firth