"The Little Vine-Clad Cottage" गीत

I am feeling sort of happy since I proved up on the farm,
I have horses, sheep, and cattle not a few;
Pork and 'tatoes in the cellar, wheat and oats stored in the barn,
And coal enough, I guess, to take us through.

CHORUS:
The little old sod shanty where I nestled down to rest,
Where the coyotes were howling round at night,
Was changed in its appearance, like everything out West,
To the little vine-clad cottage painted white.
I found that sweet kind-hearted girl of whom I used to dream
When working hard to beautify the place;
She came just like an angel, as fair as any queen,
And Belle and Beulah have their mother's face.

We have prayed and worked together for nearly twenty years,
Have had our pleasures often mixed with pain;
But He in whom we trusted has wiped away our tears
And blessed us in our cottage on the claim.

The good old home way back east, bright link in memory's chain,
The joyous scenes, the friends that loved us best;
But I'd rather drink the balmy breeze that floats across the plain
And watch the golden sunset of the West.

Dakota, fair Dakota, we love thy genial clime,
The breezes filled with fragrance from the plain;
And on the broad prairie we'll live until we die
In our little vine-clad cottage on the claim.