"The Little Old Sod Shanty In The West" गीत

You may sing about the little old log cabin in the lane,
Or of little German homes across the sea;
But my little old sod shanty that I built upon my claim
Has become the dearest spot on earth to me.
I built it in my poverty upon my prairie claim,
And after .toil it gave me sweetest rest;
Safely sheltered from the blizzards and all the storms that came
In my little old sod shanty in the West.

CHORUS:
It makes a pleasant memory that I shall not forget,
Of all our western homes it suits me best;
And often now I wish that I were living in it yet
In my little old sod shanty in the West.

We had hungry wolves and coyotes for our nearest neighbors then,
The buffalo and deer supplied our meat;
And when the black and prowling bear would fall before our men
We would live like kings upon our game so sweet.
The only town we knew for miles by prairie dogs was made,
They yelped and sported round our little nest;
And sometimes they took a tumble before the rifle's raid,
And such we thought was sport out in the West.

Our path was full of troubles, nor were they little ones,
For sure the pioneers were single boys;
Then every man's own bodyguard was two good shooting guns,
With ropes and lariats to use as toys.
We sometimes hunted down the thief who stole from us a horse,
A little neck-tie party did the rest;
The morning sun shone grimly as its rays fell on the corpse,
Near my little old sod shanty in the West.
The miners built their cabins, the ranchers lived in shacks,
And some were forced to make the log stockade;
For then the wildest redskins came down like wolves in packs
To drive us from the home that we had made.
Ah, those were times that tried men's souls and sifted out the chaff,
Each fight would mark the men we called the best;
And some proved weak and left us, it must be more than half,
And others held their shanties in the West.