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I’ve traveled all over this country,
Prospecting and digging for gold.
I’ve tunneled, hydraulicked and cradled,
And, I have been frequently sold.
And I have been frequently sold,
And I have been frequently sold,
I’ve tunneled, hydraulicked and cradled,
And, I have been frequently sold.
For one who gets riches by mining
Perceiving that hundreds grow poor,
I made up my mind to try farming,
The only pursuit that is sure.
The only pursuit that is sure,
The only pursuit that is sure,
I made up mind to try farming
The only pursuit that is sure.
So, rolling my grub in my blanket,
I left all my tools on the ground,
And started one morning to shank it
For a country they call Puget Sound.
For a country they call Puget Sound,
For a country they call Puget Sound,
And started one morning to shank it
For a country they call Puget Sound.
Arriving flat broke in midwinter
I found it enveloped in fog
And covered all over with timber
Thick as hair on the back of a dog.
Thick as hair on the back of a dog,
Thick as hair on the back of a dog,
And covered all over with timber
Thick as hair on the back of a dog.
When I looked on the prospects so gloomy,
The tears trickled over my face
And I thought that my travels had brought me
To the end of the jumping-off place.
To the end of the jumping-off place,
To the end of the jumping-off place,
And I thought that my travels had brought me
To the end of the jumping-off place.
I staked me a claim in the forest
And sat myself down to hard toil.
For two years I chopped and I struggled
But I never got down to the soil.
But I never got down to the soil,
But I never got down to the soil,
For two years I chopped and I struggled
But I never got down to the soil.
I tried to get out of the country
But poverty forced me to stay,
Until I became an old settler
Then nothing could drive me away.
Then nothing could drive me away,
Then nothing could drive me away,
Until I became an old settler
Then nothing could drive me away.
And now that I'm used to the climate,
I think if a man ever found
A place to live easy and happy
That Eden is on Puget Sound.
That Eden is on Puget Sound,
That Eden is on Puget Sound,
A place to live easy and happy,
That Eden is on Puget Sound.
No longer the slave of ambition,
I laugh at the world and its shams,
And I think of my happy condition
Surrounded by acres of clams.
Surrounded by acres of clams,
Surrounded by acres of clams,
I’ve tunneled, hydraulicked and cradled,
And I’m surrounded by acres of clams.
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