Way Out West in Alberta (Bud Baldwin) It was way out west in Alberta Where the coyotes howl and sing Where it rained and hailed all summer And we never raised a thing. Oh, I came out here one summer Away out in the west I think I'll turn and go back Or I will starve to death. We travelled through Battle Lake valley, Through muskeg, mud and mire, Till I came where they were surveyin' A road for the CPR. I built a little log cabin With a roof of natural clay Dear friends, I'm sorry to tell you But I'm bound for the USA. Oh, money, I haven't one dollar And the grubstake she's run mighty low Just as soon as the frog ponds froze over It's back to the US I'll go. Farewell to the poor old homesteader Farewell to the land so free Farewell to sunny Alberta She's too damn cold for me! - by Bud Baldwin, about 1922. PJT Coll 266. Also in Fowke. JB JB apr96
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