The Lumbercamp Song
Come all you jolly fellows And listen to my song. It's all about the shanty boys And how they got along. We're the jolliest bunch of fellows That ever your could find. The way we spend our winter months is hurling down the pine. At four o'clock each morning The boss begins to shout Come all you jolly teamsters It's time to start the route The teamsters they will all jump up In a most frightful way Where is my boots where are my pants my socks have gone astray. At six o'clock it's breakfast And every man is out For every man who is not sick Is sure to be on route There's choppers and there's loggers To lay the timbers low There's swampers and there's haulers To drag it to and fro. And then comes up the logger All at the break of day. Load. up my sleds five hundred feet, To the river drive away. You can here those axes ringing Until the sun goes down. Hurray me boys! The day is spent. To the shanty we are bound. And when we reach the shanty With cold hands and wet feet. We there put on our larrigans Our supper for to eat. We'll sing and dance till nine o'clock, Into our bunks we'll climb These winter months they won't last long In hurling down the pine And then the spring time comes at last, And soon the boss will say. "Heave up your saws and axes, boys, And help to clear the way, When the floating ice goes out In business we will thrive Two hundred able-bodied men Are wanted of the drive."