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When the forest floor is fertile and moist

The dry land fish is the finest choice

So haul her in, boys, haul away

For three short months from March to May

If we miss her there’s more hell to pay

So grab your pokesacks, cast your wish

We’ll range these mountains for the dryland fish

Midst the ash and elm and sycamore

Cast your sights to the forest floor

Where the old trees die and the roots are rotten

That’s where the dry land fish are gotten

They poke their heads through the moss and sod

There lies the dry land fish by God

When are bags and our trucks are full

We’ll sell ‘em for a fortune in Louisville

You got your goldenseal and ginsengs fine

For the dry land fish in the cool springtime

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