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Old Settler's Song (Acres of Clams)

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Recorded
  
1980

Label
  
Smithsonian/Folkways

Genre
  
Irish waltz

Writer(s)
  
Francis D. Henry

"Old Settler's Song (Acres of Clams)" is a Northwest United States folk song written by Francis D. Henry around 1874. The lyrics are sung to the tune "Old Rosin the Beau." The song also goes by the names "Acres of Clams", “Lay of the Old Settler,” “Old Settler’s Song,” while the melody is known as “Rosin the Beau,” "Old Rosin the Beau," "Rosin the Bow," "Mrs. Kenny," "A Hayseed Like Me," "My Lodging's on the Cold, Cold Ground." The tune was also used for the song "Denver", which was recorded by The New Christy Minstrels in their 1963 album In Person.

The first recorded reference to this song was in the Olympia, Washington newspaper the Washington Standard in April 1877. Although no official record exists, "The Old Settler's Song" was thought to be the state song of Washington according to the The People's Song Bulletin until it was decided the lyrics were not dignified enough.

The song achieved prominence decades later when radio-show singer Ivar Haglund used it as the theme song for his Seattle, Washington radio show. Pete Seeger and Woody Guthrie said that they taught the song to Haglund. Haglund went on to name the Seattle restaurant "Ivar's Acres of Clams" after the last line from the ballad.

"Lay of the Old Settler" version

I've traveled all over this country Prospecting and digging for gold; I've tunneled, hydraulicked and cradled, And I have been frequently sold — For one who gained riches by mining, Perceiving that hundreds grew poor, I made up my mind to try farming, The only pursuit that was sure — So, rolling my grub in my blanket, I left all my tools on the ground And started one morning to shank it For the country they call Puget Sound — Arriving flat broke in midwinter, I found the land shrouded in fog And covered all over with timber Thick as hairs on the back of a dog — When I looked on the prospects so gloomy, The tears trickled over my face And I thought that my travels had brought me To the end of the jumping-off place! I staked me a claim in the forest, And sat myself down to hard toil: For six years I chopped and I labored, But I never got down to the soil — I tried to get out of the country, But poverty forced me to stay — Until I became an old settler, Then nothing could drive me away! And now that I'm used to the climate, I think that if a man ever found A place to live easy and happy, That Eden is on Puget Sound — No longer the slave of ambition, I laugh at the world and its shams As I think of my pleasant condition, Surrounded by acres of clams —

References

Old Settler's Song (Acres of Clams) Wikipedia