Historical Folk Lyrics
"Reply To "The Little Old Sod Shanty On The Claim""

My Sam is getting seedy now while holding down his claim,
And his flapjacks, so he writes, are not the best,
So I'll put my hair in papers ere I lay me down to rest,
While my Sam is in his shanty on the claim.
Yet I rather like the novelty of living in this way,
For such long engagements now are rather tame,
And I'm happy as a clam since I said good-bye to Sam
When he went to seek his shanty on the claim.

CHORUS:
The dances are so pleasant, so delightful I should say,
Here I have as many beaus as I could name;
Oh, the buggy rides I'll take while my Sam is far away
In his little old sod shanty on the claim.

And since he left his eastern home I'm happy and I'm gay,
For of course I've sought me out another flame;
No doubt he thought I'd come down to burning twisted hay
In his filthy old sod shanty on the claim.
Oh, let him dabble in the dough, I'm sure it served him right
For leaving me in the gutter for to roam;
Does he think me such a ninny as to marry such a fright,
To be a slave in his dirty cabin home?

No doubt some tawny Indian miss will pity on him take
And help extricate him from the mess he's in;
He ne cl not think a city belle the sacrifice will make
For there's many men to wed with lots of tin.

He says he'll make his fortune, but I fear he'll lose his hair
'Way out among the wild Indians, frogs, and sloughs;
He'd better get some other lass as mother to his heir,
For I'm determined some other man to choose.

He dreams his early bliss seen when in wedlock he is bound
And is living with his fair and buxom dame;
But when his cash she's spent, until he's not a cent,
She may leave him and his shanty on the claim.
And if she is a vixen she will make him toe the mark,
And thresh and thump and pound him till he's lame;
I think I'll wed the owner of the stone front near the park,
And leave Sam in his shanty on the claim.