There's a recording of this song at the Wolf Folklore Collection: http://web.lyon.edu/wolfcollection/songs/osbornebuckskin1238.html

Click here to listen to the original recording

Note that the singer has taken some liberties with the lyrics.

He's the dearest man I ever saw--
How much I love him now--
And if I should live a thousand years,
No other'd hear my vow.

Like Judas--no--like Jupiter,
He's handsome, brave, and bold,
With his jet black eyes, his grand mustache,
And a buckskin bag of gold.

Yes, yes, he's the man
Who does my fortune hold.
Jet black eyes, a grand mustache,
And a buckskin bag of gold.

He must have charmed those Lumpkin girls,
So haughty, proud, and cold,
With his jet black eyes, his grand mustache,
And his buckskin bag of gold.

"Sweet boy, bring me the Morning Call;
Perchance I'll find his name.
At the Grand Hotel he must have stopped;
I wonder whence he came."

What's this? I read my father's bank
Is robbed of every cent.
The thief, it seemed, left town last night;
Well, well, I'm nicely sold.
He had jet black eyes, a grand mustache,
And a buckskin bag of gold.

Yes, yes, he's the man
Who does my fortune hold.
Jet black eyes, a grand mustache,
And a buckskin bag of gold.

All Songs Recorded by John Quincy Wolf, Jr., unless otherwise noted

The John Quincy Wolf Folklore Collection
Lyon College, Batesville, Arkansas
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And a recording I found on YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LCWXH_Rm4hM&list=PLcQQ7Hk_4CWG90oyjYp1rJCNf9ZkISAdL