I wish I was in the land of cotton, Old times there are not forgotten; Look away!…

The first verse is almost spoken or narrated There’s an old Australian stockman – lying, dying… And…

In a cavern, in a canyon, excavating for a mine, Lived a miner, forty-niner, and his daughter…

Hey Lollee – This is the classic campfire song for which you make up verses as you…