My name is Frank Boller, no bachelor I am, I'm keeping old batch on an elegant plan, you'll find me out west in the county of Lane, starving to death on my government claim. My house is built of the national soil, the walls are erected according to Hoi Older roof as no pit, but it's level and plain and I always get wet till it happens to rain. In her offer lane county the land of the free, the home of the bit bug mosquito, and flee I'll sing loud her praises and never complain while starving to death on my government claim. My clothes they are ragging my languages rough, my bread is case hardened both solid and tough, the dough it is scattered all over the room and the floor would take pride at the sight of her broom. My dishes are dirty and some in the bed are covered with sorghum and government bread, but I have a good time and I live at my ease on common sub-sorghum, no bacon and grease. In her offer lane county the land of the west where the farmers and laborers are always at rest, where you've nothing to do, but sweetly remain and starve like a man on your government claim. I'll happy I am when I crawl into bed and her rattlesnake rattles attuned at my hip and the gale it'll synopeat. Boy of all fear crawls over my pillow and into my ear, and the nice little bit bug so cheerful and bright, keeps me a scratching full half of the night and the little flee with toes sharp as a tag, plays wide on chickpeas me all over my back, but her offer lane county where blizzards arise, where the winds never cease and the flee never dies where the sun is so hot, if then it you remain to burn you quite black on your government claim. How happy I am on my government claim where I've nothing to lose and nothing to gain it, nothing to eat and nothing to wear, nothing from nothing is honest and square. But here I am stuck and here I must stay my money's all gone and I can't get away, there's nothing to make a man hard and profane like starving to death on a government claim. Then come to lane county there's room for you all where the winds never cease and the rains never fall, come join in the chorus and boast of her fame while starving to death on your government claim. Now don't get discouraged you poor hungry man, we're all here as free as a pig and a pen just stick to your homestead and battle your fleas and pray to your maker to send you a breeze. Now we're two claim holders who are bound for to stay, made you on your heart tech till you're toothless and grey, but as for me I'll no longer remain and starve like a dog on my government claim. Then farewell to lane county, farewell to the west, I'll travel back to the girl I love best, I'll stop in Missouri and get me a wife and live on corn dodgers the rest of my life.