American Old Time Song Lyrics: 24 The Little Old Sod Shanty

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 24

THE LITTLE OLD SOD SHANTY.

I am looking rather seedy now, I'm holding down my claim,
While the victuals are not always cooked the best,
And the mice they play around as I lay me down to sleep
In my little old sod shanty on the claim.

Chorus.
Oh, the hinges are of leather and the windows have no glass,
And the roof it lets the howling blizzard in,
And I hear the hungry coyotes as they sneak thro' the grass,
By my little old sod shanty on the claim.

Yet I rather like the novelty of living in this way,
Though my bill of fare is always rather tame,
But I'm happy as a clam on the land of Uncle Sam,
In my little old sod shanty on the claim.-Chorus.

When I left my Eastern home, so happy and so gay,
To try and mine myself to wealth and fame,
I little thought I'd come down to burning twisted hay
In my little old sod shanty on the claim.-Chorus.

My clothes are getting rusty, I'm looking like a fright,
And everything is scattered here and there;
I wish that some of Barnum's men could get their eyes on me
In my little old sod shanty on the claim.-Chorus.

Oh, if some kindly-hearted Miss would pity on me take,
And would come and aid me in my labors here,
The angels how they'd bless her if this her home she'd make,
In my little old sod shanty on the claim.-Chorus.

And if heaven should smile upon us and drive away all care,
Would cheer our hearts with pride and fame,
Then I'd never feel regret for the years that I have passed
In my little old sod shanty on the claim.-Chorus.