I don’t know whether it is on account of the nostalgia that oozes from that stanza, or because of my delight in the discovery of a new-to-me prairie folksong, but it almost moves me to tears to bring into twenty-first-century currency a prairie ballad lost for nearly a hundred years: “The Old Sod Shack.”
I don’t know whether it is on account of the nostalgia that oozes from that stanza, or because of my delight in the discovery of a new-to-me prairie folksong, but it almost moves me to tears to bring into twenty-first-century currency a prairie ballad lost for nearly a hundred years: “The Old Sod Shack.”