And these days, when I sing it, the structure is:

The first good joy of Oregon, it was the joy of one
To see our pickup sinking fast, stuck axle-deep in the lawn
Stuck axle-deep in the lawn good man,
Where forever it will be
The rain it raineth every day
Throughout eternity.

And so on.
I wonder if we could get Jean to post her verses?

Blessings,
Barbara