The Alberta Homesteader

AO Folksong - FEBRUARY 2021 The Alberta Homesteader My name is Dan Gold, an old bachelor I am I'm keeping old batch on an elegant plan You'll find me out here on Alberta's bush plain A-starving to death on a government claim. So come to Alberta, there's room for you all, Where the wind never ceases, and the rain always falls Where the sun always sets and there it remains Till you get frozen out of your government claim. My house it is built of the natural soil The walls are erected according to Hoyle The roof has no pitch, it is level and plain And I always get wet when it happens to rain. My clothes are all ragged, my language is rough My bread is case-hardened and solid and tough My dishes are scattered all over the room And my floor gets afraid of the sight of a broom. How happy I feel as I roll into bed The rattlesnake rattles a tune at my head And the little mosquito, devoid of all fear Crawls over my face and into my ear. The little bed-bug, so cheerful and bright, It keeps me up laughing two-thirds of the night And the smart little flea with the tacks in his toes Crawls up through my whiskers and tickles my nose. You may try to raise wheat, you may try to raise rye You may stay there and live, you may stay there and die But as for myself, I'll no longer remain A-starving to death on a government claim. So farewell to Alberta, farewell to the west It's backwards I'll go to the girl I love best I'll go back to the east and get me a wife And never eat cornbread the rest of my life. ----- Hello friends! I hope you enjoy my rendition of The Alberta Homesteader! Don't forget to check out Alan Mills version for an excellent, authentic and really enjoyable listen. Find background, history and lyrics at https://archipelago7.blogspot.com/202... Support us at   / folksandhymns