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LIFE IN A HALF-BREED SHACK
'f"T"MS life in a half-breed shack,
X The rain comes pouring down; " Drip " drops the mud through the roof, And the wind comes through the wall. A tenderfoot cursed his luck And feebly cried out " yah! "
Refrain:
Yah! Yah! I want to go home to my ma 1 Yah! Yah! this bloomin' country's a fraud! ' Yah! Yah I I want to go home to my ma!
He tries to kindle a fire When it's forty-five below; He aims to chop at a log And amputates his toe; He hobbles back to the shack And feebly cries out " yah " !
He gets on a bucking cayuse And thinks to flourish around, But the buzzard-head takes to bucking And lays him flat out on the ground. As he picks himself up with a curse, He feebly cries out " yah "! 386 |
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