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180 AMERICAN BALLADS AND SONGS
Now come on to Lane county, there's room for you all, Where the wind never ceases, and the rains never fall, Come join in our chorus to sing for its fame, You sinners that're stuck on your government claim.
Now hurrah for Lane county, where the blizzards arise, The wind never ceases, and the moon never rise, Where the sun never sets, but it always remains, Till it burns us all out on our government claims.
Now don't get discouraged, you poor hungry men. You're all just as free as the pig in the pen, Just stick to your homestead, and battle the fleas, And look to your Maker to send you a breeze.
Hurrah for Lane county, the land of the West, Where the farmers and laborers are ever at rest; There's nothing to do but to stick and remain, And starve like a dog on a government claim.
Now, all your poor sinners, I hope you will stay, And chew the hard rag till you're toothless and gray, But as for myself, I'll no longer remain, To starve like a dog on a government claim.
Farewell to Lane county, farewell to the West, I'll travel back east to the girl I love best, I'll stop at Missouri and get me a wife, Then live on corn dodgers, the rest of my life.