In an old bark hut. In an old bark hut.
It was blown from off the rafters of the old bark hut.
And of furniture, there’s no such thing, ’twas never in the
place,
Except the stool I sit upon—and that’s an old gin case.
It does us for a safe as well, but you must keep it shut,
Or the flies would make it canter round the old hark hut.