I've wandered all over the country, Prospecting and digging for gold. I've tunneled, hydaulicked and cradled, And nearly was froze in the cold. Chorus: And so I departed for Puget Sound, Away from a world full of shams, I sing of my happy condition, Surrounded by acres of clams.

For one who gets wealthy by mining, I know many hundreds get poor, I made up my mind to go digging For something a little more sure. Chorus: No longer the slave of ambition, No leader, just one of the lambs, I sing of my happy condition, Surrounded by acres of clams. Chorus:

The time that you know you have ample, That's when every care quickly scrams Take heart in my fate, for example, Content on my acres of clams. Chorus:

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