Frank Baker's the name and a bachelor I am,
I'm keeping old batch on an elegant plan.
You'll find me out west in the county of Lane,
I'm starving to death on a government claim.
My house is built of the natural soil,
The walls are erected according to Hoyle.
The roof has no pitch but is level and plain,
And I always get wet when it rains.

Hurrah for Lane County, the land of the free,
The home of the grasshopper, bedbug and flea.
I'll sing loud its praises and tell of its fame,
While starving to death on a government claim.