Ptarmigan Lake

There's a five stamp mill on the good side of a bad, bad hill

And the bucket run about fifteen hours a day

And a man's good will ain't worth the moss on a whiskey still

So don't follow me to Ptarmigan Lake

There's a vein cut through the mountain they say is paved with gold

But the tunnel hold it's secrets while a thousand men grow old

Said goodbye to my mother, said goodbye to my home

Nary a part of me that ain't been sold

To that five stamp mill on the good side of a bad, bad hill

And the bucket run about fifteen hours a day