Wisconsin Emigrant Songtext
von Keith Murphy
Wisconsin Emigrant Songtext
Since times are so hard I′ve thought my true heart
Of leaving my ox and my plow and my cart
And away to Wisconsin a-journey we'd go
And double our fortune our fortune as other folks do
While here I must labor each day in the field
And the winter consumes all that summer doth yield
Husband I′ve noticed with sorrowful heart
You've lately neglected your plow and your cart
Your sheep are disordered, at random they run
And your new Sunday suit is now every day on
Stay on the farm and we'll suffer no loss
For the stone that keeps rolling will gather no moss
Wife, let′s go, oh don′t let us wait
I long to be there, oh I long to be great
While you some rich lady and who knows but I
Some governor may be before I die
While here I must labor each day in the field
And the winter consumes all that summer doth yield
Husband, remember that land is to clear
Which will cost you the labor of manys the year
Where horses, sheep, cattle, and 'ogs are to buy
And you′ll scarcely get settled before you must die
Stay on the farm and we'll suffer no loss
For the stone that keeps rolling will gather no moss
Wife, let′s go, oh don't let us stay
I′ll buy me a farm that is cleared by the way
Where horses, sheep, cattle, and 'ogs are not dear
And we'll feast on fat buffalo half of the year
While here I must labor each day in the field
And the winter consumes all that summer doth yield
Husband, remember that land of delight
Is surrounded by Indians who murder by night
Your house they will plunder and burn to the ground
While your wife and your children lie murdered around
Stay on the farm and we′ll suffer no loss
For the stone that keeps rolling will gather no moss
Wife, you′ve convinced me, I'll argue no more
I never had thought of you dying before
To love my dear children although they are small
But you my dear wife are more precious than all
We′ll stay on the farm and and we'll suffer no loss
For the stone that keeps rolling will gather no moss
Of leaving my ox and my plow and my cart
And away to Wisconsin a-journey we'd go
And double our fortune our fortune as other folks do
While here I must labor each day in the field
And the winter consumes all that summer doth yield
Husband I′ve noticed with sorrowful heart
You've lately neglected your plow and your cart
Your sheep are disordered, at random they run
And your new Sunday suit is now every day on
Stay on the farm and we'll suffer no loss
For the stone that keeps rolling will gather no moss
Wife, let′s go, oh don′t let us wait
I long to be there, oh I long to be great
While you some rich lady and who knows but I
Some governor may be before I die
While here I must labor each day in the field
And the winter consumes all that summer doth yield
Husband, remember that land is to clear
Which will cost you the labor of manys the year
Where horses, sheep, cattle, and 'ogs are to buy
And you′ll scarcely get settled before you must die
Stay on the farm and we'll suffer no loss
For the stone that keeps rolling will gather no moss
Wife, let′s go, oh don't let us stay
I′ll buy me a farm that is cleared by the way
Where horses, sheep, cattle, and 'ogs are not dear
And we'll feast on fat buffalo half of the year
While here I must labor each day in the field
And the winter consumes all that summer doth yield
Husband, remember that land of delight
Is surrounded by Indians who murder by night
Your house they will plunder and burn to the ground
While your wife and your children lie murdered around
Stay on the farm and we′ll suffer no loss
For the stone that keeps rolling will gather no moss
Wife, you′ve convinced me, I'll argue no more
I never had thought of you dying before
To love my dear children although they are small
But you my dear wife are more precious than all
We′ll stay on the farm and and we'll suffer no loss
For the stone that keeps rolling will gather no moss
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