Acres Of Clams

Folk-Song from the northwest of the USA – Alternative title: Old Settler’s Song, Lay of the Old Settler, Rosin the Beau, ..., Text and melody: Francis D. Henry (1874), arranged by Mjchael and Paniolo

Guitar

Ukulele (gcea)

C	Am	G7

Acres Of Clams

1^st Verse

I've [C]wandered all over this country, prospecting and digging for [Am]gold
I've [C]tunneled, hydraulicked and cradled and I nearly [G7]froze in the [C]cold
And [C]I nearly froze in the cold (me boys), and I nearly froze in the [Am]cold
I've [C]tunneled, hydraulicked and cradled and I nearly[G7]froze in the[C]cold

2^nd Verse

For[C]one who got wealthy by mining, I saw many hundreds get[Am]poor
I[C]made up my mind to go digging for something a[G7]little more[C]sure
For[C]something a little more sure (me boys), for something a little more[Am]sure
I[C]made up my mind to go digging for something a[G7]little more[C]sure

3^rd Verse

I[C]rolled up my grub in my blanket, I left all my tools on the[Am]ground
I[C]started one morning to shank it for the country they[G7]call Puget[C]Sound
For the[C]country they call Puget Sound (me boys), for the country they call Puget[Am]Sound
I[C]started one morning to shank it for the country they[G7]call Puget[C]Sound

Last Verse

No[C]longer a slave of ambition, I laugh at the world and its[Am]shams
And I[C]think of my happy condition, surrounded by[G7]acres of[C]clams
Sur-[C]rounded by acres of clams (me boys), surrounded by acres of[Am]clams
And I[C]think of my happy condition, surrounded by[G7]acres of[C]clams

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