Hard times on Fogo. All we get is brown flour from Russia that won't rise, makes you "merry" and smells like banana. Merchants say we owe them money. You trade work for government rations: "you must shovel snow, This will help 'em reduce the taxation."
Per Peacock: the song dates from the late twenties or thirties. Fogo is off the northeast coast of Newfoundland. - BS
- Ken Peacock, "Brown Flour, 1926" (on NFKPeacock)
- Peacock, pp. 46-47, "Brown Flour" (1 text, 1 tune)
- Roud #9946
- BI, Pea046