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Maine Lumberjacks 55
7 Over rocks, shoals, and strands Gives employment to all hands,
While our well-banded craft we do steer;
And the rapids we do run
They do seem to us like fun; We avoid all slavish 1 fear.
8 You may boast of your farms,2 But the lumberman's charms
Do far more exceed them all.
I '11 enjoy my true love's heart
Until death it does us part Let her riches be great or small.
A SHANTYMAN'S LIFE
1 Oh, a Shantyman's life is a weary one,
Though some call it free from care, It's wielding the axe, from morning till night,
Midst the forest dark and drear. A lying in the shanty, bleak and cold,
Where the stormy winds do blow; And as soon as the morning stars appear,
To the wild-wood we must go.
1 Slaverage in original.
2 Original has "farmers" rhyming with "charm." |
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