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Maine Lumberjacks 65 |
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11 There 's danger on the ocean,
Where the waves roll mountain high; There 's danger on the battlefield, Where the angry bullets fly.
12 There's danger in the lumberwoods,
For death lurks even there; And I have fell a victim now Unto this monster's snare*
13 And when I 'm dead and gone to rest,
There's one thing more I crave, That the kind heavenly Father May bless my peaceful grave;
14 For it's in the village of Bois Town
My mouldering corpse they'll lay, To wait the Saviour's calling Until that great Judgment Day. |
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" Peter Emely," sung by Murray of Holden, Maine, March, ig/4. Taken down by W* M. Hardy. Murray, an expert woodsÂman, was from the Provinces, and may have brought this ballad with him.
i My name is Peter Emely, As you may understand; I belong to Prince Edward Island Close by the native shore. |
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