Roud 4746

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 so-o-old
    And I have been frequently sold
    I've tunneled, hydraulicked and cradled
    And I have been frequently sold!

For one who gained riches by mining
Perceiving that hundreds grew poor
I made up my mind to try farming
The only pursuit that was sure
    The only pursuit that was su-u-ure
    The only pursuit that was sure
    I made up my mind to try farming
    The only pursuit that was sure!

So, rolling my grub in my blanket
I left all my tools on the ground
And started one morning to shank it
For the country they call Puget Sound
    For the country they call Puget Sou-ou-ound
    For the country they call Puget Sound
    I started one morning to shank it
    For the country they call Puget Sound!

Arriving flat broke in midwinter
I found the land shrouded in fog
And covered all over with timber
Thick as hairs on the back of a dog
    Thick as hairs on the back of a do-o-og,
    Thick as hairs on the back of a dog
    And covered all over with timber
    Thick as hairs on the back of a dog!

I staked me a claim in the forest
And sat myself down to hard toil
For six years I chopped and I labored
But I never got down to the soil
    But I never got down to the soi-oi-oil
    I never got down to the soil
    For six years I chopped and I labored
    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-ay-ay
    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 that if a man ever found
A place to live easy and happy,
That Eden is on Puget Sound
    That Eden is on Puget Sou-ou-ound,
    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
As I think of my pleasant condition
Surrounded by acres of clams
    Surrounded by acres of cla-a-ams
    Surrounded by acres of clams
    As I think of my pleasant condition
    Surrounded by acres of clams!