Trouble on the Western Survey

I am drawing the boundary,
I am drawing the line.
And I don't see us finishing
'til at least 1789.
I miss your touch,
And I miss your charms...
...and conversation... I wanna fall into your arms.
I am drawing the boundary, I...
Am drawing the line.
An endless number of hills
Covered with timber and weeds,
Serpents, mosquitoes,
Pestilence, disease...
Patches of poison ivy,
Acres wide.
My hands are as completely blistered
As if I had applied a plaster of cantharides.
I am drawing the boundary, I...
Am drawing the line.
I am drawing the boundary, I...
Am drawing the line.
In future time
People will cross this line
To avoid three-two beer,
Shoot themselves a deer a week ahead of time.
I must go forth!
One hill after the other,
Perfectly North.
I miss your voice
And I miss your style.
In the evening, for you I pine!
I am drawing the boundary, I...
Am drawing the line.