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The Days in Old Penobscot
Text written from memory by a lumberjack, Orono, Maine, 1916.
1 Out in Boston City
In the middle of July, When five and twenty Lumberjacks To the loved ones bid good-by,
2 We landed in Suhomuck,
All feeling pretty mean; But on we went and pitched our tent On old Penobscot stream.
3 Our work is cutting dry kye,
To clear a right of way. The hours were long, but we were strong And work hard day by day.
4 The Suhomuck once was beautiful,
Its mountains and scenery grand; The fish that's in the river Is the best that's in the land.
5 The work went rolling nicely
For just about one week, And somewhere in Suhomuck The sky began to leak.