The Fairie Blonde
Music and lyrics by Mark Despault © 1998
From bow to stern she was wood and steel This lake had seen no better With wood to burn she'd steam along With a boom of logs behind her 6 inch beams and 2x4s With sheets of steel beneath her A winch to pull her up on shore Across both land and water Built she was in twenty six Or was it twenty seven? By Morses men...old Joe Lapine And I think Ernie Collins From Devon camp they hauled her down To the shores of Browns Bay water In Wakami she'd chug along No other tug could catch her With paddle, steam and a winch to pull At the other end a cable Wrapped round a tree to bring her out And that's the way we moved her. It was big Frank Brown who drove the tug He was the Blondes true master And Harry Clause down in the hold Would make the boat move faster With a curse and poke the fire he'd stoke And make the flames go higher Keep her in steam so she sweats her beams And her boiler does blow over Well from time to time the boys they would fight For Harry liked his liquor Frank'd send him ashore for a day or more With a stack wood and a sober head In a place where there's no spirit And some time to think things over He’d climb on board and they's head for shore And toast the Blonde soon after