Hi Maggie ... thanks for the posting and Merry New Year to you! For some time now I've been thinking about starting a thread about folksongs unique to the Pacific Northwest. Seems like this might be a good time to slide one in ... your Dad loved this song. I learned this song from John Ashford, back in the 50's. His Father (Paul?) was a ballad collector of some note, and he collected this song locally. I've never seen it in print, until I contributed it to Linda Allens wonderful book. Here's the ballad, sung to the tune of "Little old Sod Chantey On The Claim."
,br>I've been eating fish exclusively
Since living living on my claim
And such vittals ain't the kind I like the best
For down in my insides, I can feel the rising tide
In my little old log cabin on the claim

CHO
Oh, the door is made of driftwood
The windows have no glass
The board roof lets the howling blizzard in
Hark I hear the GOEDUCK, as he nestles in the muck
In my little old log cabin on the claim

John, if your a mudcatter, how about jumping in here and adding stuff. CHEERS, Bob(deckman)Nelson