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 wonky,
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.
Then 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 wonky,
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.
Comments
A song for near the end of a campfire
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