In an old bark hut. In an old bark hut.
There’s no fear of suffocation in the old bark hut.
In the winter time—preserve us all—to live in there’s a
treat
Especially when it’s raining hard, and blowing wind and
sleet.
The rain comes down the chimney, and your meat is black
with soot—
That’s a substitute for pepper in an old bark hut.