The Alberta Homesteader
(Tune: The Irish Washerwoman)
Canadian Traditional/Folk Song
Lyrics
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 we get frozen out on our government claims.
My house it is built of the natural soil
My walls are erected according to Hoyle
My 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
My floor gets afraid at the sight of a broom.
How happy I feel when I roll into bed
The rattlesnake rattles a tune in my head
The little mosquito devoid of all fear
Crawls over my face and into my ear.
The little bedbug so cheerful and bright
It keeps me up laughing two-thirds of the night
And the smart little flea with 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.
The Alberta Homesteader - Canadian Traditional/Folk Song Midi Free Download
Midi sequence from The Great Canadian Tunebook
(Tune: The Irish Washerwoman)
Canadian Traditional/Folk Song
Lyrics
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 we get frozen out on our government claims.
My house it is built of the natural soil
My walls are erected according to Hoyle
My 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
My floor gets afraid at the sight of a broom.
How happy I feel when I roll into bed
The rattlesnake rattles a tune in my head
The little mosquito devoid of all fear
Crawls over my face and into my ear.
The little bedbug so cheerful and bright
It keeps me up laughing two-thirds of the night
And the smart little flea with 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.
The Alberta Homesteader - Canadian Traditional/Folk Song Midi Free Download
Midi sequence from The Great Canadian Tunebook
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