Lyrics
When I first came to this land, I was not a wealthy man, So I built myself a shack, And I did what I could. And I called that shack, break my back, Oh, the land was sweet and good,and I did what I could. When I first came to this land, I was not a wealthy man, So I got myself a wife, And I did what I could, And I called that wife, scourge of my life, And I called that shack, break my back, Oh, the land was sweet and good, and I did what I could. When I first came to this land, I was not a wealthy man, So I got myself a donkey, And I did what I could. And I called that donkey, horse gone wonkey, And I called that wife, scourge of my life, And I called that shack, break my back, Oh, the land was sweet and goodand I did what I could. When I first came to this land, I was not a wealthy man, So I got myself a cow, And I did what I could. And I called that cow, no milk now, And I called that donkey, horse gone wonkey, And I called that wife, scourge of my life, And I called that shack, break my back, Oh the land was sweet and good, and I did what I could.
CommentA song for near the end of a campfire
CategoryGathering Songs
Song ContributorDave Keogh
Score
Date Entered05-Mar-2001
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