N-Starving to Death on my Government Claim C-Trad: Irish Washerwoman A- T- S-100 K-C B-6/8 F- H- M-1R-2 R-8 G-8 E-8 C-8 C-8 @-8 C-0 C-0 C-8 E-8 C-8 E-8 G-8_F-8 E-8 F-8 D-8 D-8 A-8 D-8 D-8 F-8 D-8 F-8 a-8_G-8 F-8 L- My name is Frank Bo-lar an old bach'-lor I am, I'm keep-ing old batch on an el-eg-ant plan, You'll H- M-5E-8 C-8 C-8 @-8 C-8 C-8 E-8 C-8 E-8 G-5 F-8 E-8 F-8 D-8 G-8 F-8 E-8 C-8 C-8 C-4 G-8 E-8 C-8 C-8 @-8 C-8 C-8 L- find me out West in the Count-y of Lane, Starv-ing to death on my gov-ern-ment claim. My house it is built of the H- M-1E-8 C-8 E-8 G-8_F-8 E-8 F-8 D-8 D-8 A-8 D-8 D-8 F-8 D-8 F-8 a-8_G-8 F-8 E-8 C-8 C-8 @-8 C-8 C-8 E-8 C-8 E-8 G-4 G-0 G-0 L- nat-ion-al soil, the walls are e- rect-ed ac- cord- ing to Hoyle, The roof has no pitch but is lev-el and plane, And I H- M-5F-8 E-8 F-8 D-8 G-8 F-8 E-8 C-8 C-8 C-4 c-0 d-0 e-8 c-8 c-8 G-8 c-8 c-8 e-8 c-8 e-8 e-8_d-8 c-8 d-8 b-8 b-8 G-8 b-8 b-8 L- nev-er get wet till it hap-pens to rain. Then hur-rah for Lane Coun-ty the land of the free, the home of the grass-hop-per H- M-5d-8 b-8 d-8 d-8_c-8 b-8 a-8 c-8 c-8 G-8 c-8 c-8 F-8 c-8 c-8 E-4 E-8 F-8 E-8 F-8 D-8 G-8 F-8 E-8 C-8 C-8 C-5 S-6 L- bed-bug and flea, I'll sing loud her prais-es and boast of her fame, While star-ving to death on my gov-ern-ment claim.