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4 O those rocky shores and jams give employment to all hands, And the well-finished raft for to steer;
O those rapids that we run are to us but only fun, And we'll avoid all slavish fear.
5 O about three o'clock the noisy little cook Cries, "Boys, it is the break of dawn."
In half-broken slumber we pass those cold dreary nights away. |
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Sung in 1930 by Mr. Bert Eddy, Romeo, who had heard the song thirty or forty years earlier in Michigan lumber camps A fragment of two stanzas; stanza 1 is similar to that of A. Stanza 2 follows:
2 Transported from the glass and the smiling little lass, Whilst here in the woods so wild; Not a glass of any kind while we're in the woods alone To wear away our long exile. |
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