Hurrah for Emmons County, the land of the free The home of the grasshopper, the bedbug and flea I sing loud its praises, I sing loud its fame While starving to death on a government claim If you are a little nutty about folklore, you might recognize this song, but you’re thinking there’s something wrong about the way I’m singing it. The song, set to the tune of a traditional jig, “The Irish Washerwoman,” is commonly rendered as “The Lane County Bachelor.” Sometimes it’s called “Starving to Death