In an old bark hut. In an old bark hut.
I’m forced to go on rations in an old bark hut.
Ten pounds of flour, ten pounds of beef, some sugar and
some tea,
That’s all they give to a hungry man, until the Seventh Day.
If you don’t be moighty sparing, you’ll go with a hungry
gut—
For that’s one of the great misfortunes in an old bark hut.