If you should leave it open, and the flies should find your
meat,
They’ll scarcely leave a single piece that’s fit for man to eat.
But you mustn’t curse, nor grumble—what won’t fatten will
fill up—
For what’s out of sight is out of mind in an old bark hut.

Chorus
In an old bark hut. In an old bark hut.
For what’s out of sight is out of mind in an old
bark hut.

In the summer time, when the weather’s warm, this hut is
nice and cool,
And you’ll find the gentle breezes blowing in through every
hole.
You can leave the old door open, or you can leave it shut,
There’s no fear of suffocation in the old bark hut.

Chorus

In an old bark hut. In an old bark hut.
There’s no fear of suffocation in the old bark hut.

In the winter time—preserve us all—to live in there’s a
treat
Especially when it’s raining hard, and blowing wind and
sleet.