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Maine Lumberjacks 43
For our grub the dogs would laugh at, And our beds were wet with snow;
God grant there is no worse hell on earth Than Colley's Run, i-oh!
8 But now the spring has come again,
And the ice-bound streams are free. We'll float our logs to Williamsport,
Our friends will haste to see. Our sweethearts, they will welcome us
And bid others not to go To that God-forsaken gehooley of a place,
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