Burn's Log Camp

1. I 'rived in the camp, and all I could see Was a
lousy old cook and a lousy cookee; The floors were all dirty, all
covered with mud; The bed quilts were lousy, and so was the grub.

2 The cook called for supper; they all tore from work.
Some had two knives and other two forks.
While fighting for molasses they upset the lamp,
And thus I was greeted at Burns's log camp.
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