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The Alberta Homesteader 
The Alberta Homesteader 
My name is Dan Gold, an old bachelor I am I'm keeping old batch on an elegant plan You'll find me out here on Alberta's bush plain A-starving to death on a government claim. 
So come to Alberta, there's room for you all, Where the wind never ceases, [and] the rain always falls Where the sun always sets and there it remains Till you [we] get frozen out of your [our] government claim. 
My house it is built of the natural soil The walls are erected according to Hoyle The roof has no pitch, it is level and plain And I always get wet when it happens to rain. 
My clothes they are [are all] ragged, my language is rough My bread is case-hardened and solid and tough My dishes are scattered all over the room And [] my floor is [gets] afraid of the sight of a broom. 
How happy I am [feel] when I roll into bed The rattlesnake rattles a tune at my head And [] the little mosquito, devoid of all fear Crawls over my face and into my ear. 
The little bed-bug, so cheerful and bright, He [It] keeps me up laughing two-thirds of the night And the smart little flea with the [] tacks in his toes Crawls up through my whiskers and tickles my nose. 
You may try to raise wheat, you may try to raise rye You may stay there and live, you may stay there and die But as for myself, I'll no longer remain A-starving to death on a government claim. 
So farewell to Alberta, farewell to the west It's backwards I'll go to the girl I love best I'll go back to the east and get me a wife And never eat cornbread the rest of my life! 

collected from Ivan E. Brandrick, Athens, Ont., 1958 by Edith Fowke; from "The Greer County Bachelor".JB JB
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