hut.

Faith, such flocks of fleas you never saw, they are so plump
and fat,
And if you make a grab at one, he’ll spit just like a cat.
Last night they got my pack of cards, and were fighting for
the cut—
I thought the devil had me in the old bark hut.

Chorus

In an old bark hut. In an old bark hut.
I thought the devil had me in the old bark hut.

So now, my friends, I’ve sung my song, and that as well as I
could,
And I hope the ladies present won’t think my language rude,
And all ye younger people, in the days when you grow up,
Remember Bob the Swagman, and the old bark hut.

Chorus

In an old bark hut. In an old bark hut.
Remember Bob the Swagman, and the old bark hut.



THE OLD SURVEY