Song Name: | Acres of Clams (Rosin The Beau) (chrom) | By: | 19th C. American folk |
Posted By: | WaltP | Difficulty: | Any |
Key: | D | Genre: | Folk |
Harp Type: | Chromatic | ||
Created: | 2010-11-19 13:11:58 | Modified: | 0000-00-00 00:00:00 |
Song: | ACRES OF CLAMS (Rosin The Beau)
19th C. American folk Key: D -3 -5 -5 -5 -6* 6 -5 -6* -7 I've wan-der�d all ov-er this coun-try -8 -7 -6* -5 -5 6 -6* -4 Pros-pect-ing and dig-ging for gold -3 -5 -5 -5 -6* 6 -5 -6* -7 I've tun-neled, hy-drau-licked and cra-dled -8 -7 -6* -5 6 -6* 6 -5 And near-ly was froze in the cold -7 -7-6*-7 -7 -8 8* -9 -8 -9 And so I de-part-ed for Pu-get Sound -8 -7 -6* -5 -5 6 -6* -4 A-way from a world full of shams -3 -5 -5 -5 -6* 6 -5 -6* -7 I sing of my hap-py con-di-tion -8 -7 -6* -5 6 -6* 6 -5 Sur-round-ed by a-cres of clams 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 |