A Western Boy's Lament

I wish't I lived away down East, where codfish salt the sea,
And where the folks have pumpkin pie and apple-sass for tea.
Us boys who 's livin' here out West don't get more 'n half a show;
We don't have nothin' else to do but jest to sort of grow.

Oh, if I was a bird I'd fly a million miles away
To where they feed their boys on pork and beans three times a day;
To where the place they call the Hub gives out its shiny spokes,
And where the folks — so father says — is mostly women-folks.
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