In an old bark hut. In an old bark hut.
Which makes you curse the vermin in the old bark
hut.
Faith, such flocks of fleas you never saw, they are so plump
and fat,
And if you make a grab at one, he’ll spit just like a cat.
Last night they got my pack of cards, and were fighting for
the cut—
I thought the devil had me in the old bark hut.