The Old Bark Hut |
Oh my name is Bob the swagman and I'll have you understand I've seen a lot of ups and downs while travelling through the land I once was well to do my boys, but now I'm all hard up And I'm forced to go on rations in the old bark hut
Chorus In the old bark hut In the old bark hut I'm forced to go on rations in the old bark hut
Ten pounds of flour, ten pounds of beef some sugar and some tay That's all they give a hungry man until the seventh day If you don't be mighty sparing you'll go with a hungry gut That's one of the great misfortunes of an old bark hut
The bucket I wash my feet in has to cook my tay and stew They'd say I was getting mighty flash if I should ask for two The table's just a sheet of bark, God knows when it was cut It was blown from off the rafters of the old bark hut
I've had the rain come pouring in just like a perfect flood Especially through the great big hole where once the table stood It leaves me not a single place where I can lay my nut But the rain is sure to find me in the old bark hut
Beside the fire I lay me down wrapped up in two old rugs You couldn't call it comfort but it seems to lure the bugs And all I've got for company's my poor old Collie pup So I use her for a pillow in the old bark hut
So now I've sung my little song as nicely as I could I hope the ladies present will not think my language rude And all tou little girls and boys, around me growing up Just remember Bob the Swagman in the old bark hut |