title: Acres of Clams (Rosin The Beau)key: Folkharp type: Chromaticgenre: Dskill: AnyACRES OF CLAMS (Rosin The Beau)19th C. American folkKey: D-3 -5 -5 -5 -6* 6 -5 -6* -7I’ve wan-der’d all ov-er this coun-try-8 -7 -6* -5 -5 6 -6* -4Pros-pect-ing and dig-ging for gold-3 -5 -5 -5 -6* 6 -5 -6* -7I’ve tun-neled, hy-drau-licked and cra-dled-8 -7 -6* -5 6 -6* 6 -5And near-ly was froze in the cold-7 -7-6*-7 -7 -8 8* -9 -8 -9And so I de-part-ed for Pu-get Sound-8 -7 -6* -5 -5 6 -6* -4A-way from a world full of shams-3 -5 -5 -5 -6* 6 -5 -6* -7I sing of my hap-py con-di-tion-8 -7 -6* -5 6 -6* 6 -5Sur-round-ed by a-cres of clamsFor each man who got rich by miningPerceiving that hundreds grew poorI made up my mind to try farmingThe only pursuit that was sureSo, rolling my grub in my blanketI left all my tools on the groundI started one morning to shank itFor the country they call Puget SoundArriving flat broke in midwinterI found it enveloped in fogAnd covered all over with timberThick as hair on the back of a dogWhen I looked on the prospects so gloomyThe tears trickled over my faceAnd I thought that my travels had brought meTo the end of the jumping-off placeI staked me a claim in the forestAnd sat myself down to hard toilFor two years I chopped and I struggledBut I never got down to the soilI tried to get out of the countryBut poverty forced me to stayUntil I became an old settlerThen nothing could drive me awayAnd now that I’m used to the climateI think that if a man ever foundA place to live easy and happyThat Eden is on Puget SoundNo longer the slave of ambitionI laugh at the world and its shamsAs I think of my pleasant conditionSurrounded by acres of clams