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Old Settler's Song or Acres of Clams I've traveled all over this country Prospecting and digging for gold I've tunneled, hydraulicked and cradled And I have been frequently sold For each man who got rich by mining Perceiving that hundreds grew poor I made up my mind to try farming The only pursuit that was sure So, rolling my grub in my blanket I left all my tools on the ground I started one morning to shank it For the country they call Puget Sound Arriving flat broke in midwinter I found it enveloped in fog And covered all over with timber Thick as hair on the back of a dog When I looked on the prospects so gloomy The tears trickled over my face And I thought that my travels had brought me To the end of the jumping-off place I staked me a claim in the forest And sat myself down to hard toil For two years I chopped and I struggled But I never got down to the soil I tried to get out of the country But poverty forced me to stay Until I became an old settler Then nothing could drive me away And now that I'm used to the climate I think that if a man ever found A place to live easy and happy That Eden is on Puget Sound No longer the slave of ambition I laugh at the world and its shams As I think of my pleasant condition Surrounded by acres of clams MC
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