The Wangan Camp

The wangan camp!
The wangan camp!
Did ye ever go a-shoppin' in the wangan camp?
You can get some plug tobacker or a lovely corn-cob pipe,
Or a pair o' fuzzy trowsers that was picked before they's ripe.
They fit ye like your body had a dreadful lookin' twist;
There is shirts that's red and yaller and with plaids as big's your fist;
There are larrigans and shoe-packs for all makes and shapes of men,
As yaller as the standers of a Cochin China hen,
The goods is rather shop-worn and purraps a leetle damp,
--But you take 'em or you leave 'em--either suits the wangan camp.
The wangan camp!
The wangan camp!
There is never any mark-downs at the wangan camp.
The folks that knit the stockin's that they sell to us, why say--
They'd git as rich as Moses on a half of what we pay.
I haven't seen the papers, but I jedge this
Bower war
Is a-raisin' Ned with prices--they are wust I ever saw.
I was figg'rin' t'other ev'nin' what I'd bought,
--by Jim, I'll bet
That a few more pairs o'larrigans will fetch me out in debt.
For I've knowed a stiddy worker to go out as poor's a tramp
'Cause he traded som'at reg'lar at the comp'ny's wangan camp.
The wangan camp!
The wangan camp!
They tuck it to you solid at the wangan camp.