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Little Old Log Shanty
(Will Hayes - 1871)


I am looking rather seedy now while holding down my claim
And my victuals are not always served the best
And the mice play shyly round me as I nestle down to rest
In the little old log shanty on my claim

(Chorus)
Oh, the hinges are of leather and the windows have no glass
And the board roof lets the howling blizzard in
I can hear the hungry coyote as he slinks up through the grass
Round the little old log shanty on my claim

When I left my eastern home, a bachelor there so gay
To try and win my way to wealth and fame,
I never thought I'd come down to burning twisted hay
Round the little old log shanty on my claim

(Chorus)

My clothes are plastered o'er with mud, I'm looking like a fright
And everything is scattered round the room
Still I wouldn't give the freedom that I have out in the West
For the comfort of an eastern man's own home

(Chorus)

We would make the fortunes on the prairies of the West
Just as happy as two lovers we'd remain
We'd forget the trials and troubles we endured at the first
In the little old log shanty on our claim

Oh, the hinges are of leather and the windows have no glass
And the board roof lets the howling blizzard in
We can hear the hungry coyote as he slinks up through the grass
Round the little old log shanty on our claim
(Repeat)
 
 

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