In an old bark hut. In an old bark hut.
For that’s one of the great misfortunes in an old
bark hut.
The bucket you boil your beef in has to carry water, too,
And they’ll say you’re getting mighty flash if you should ask
for two.
I’ve a billy, and a pint pot, and a broken-handled cup,
And they all adorn the table in the old bark hut.