Copyright, 1892, by Julian Jordan.
Words and Music by Julian Jordan.
The heavy blade he swings and cheerily he sings.
While crushing trees an echo wakes, that wildly- rings,
It is the Pioneer, the hardy Pioneer.
Tho' danger stands on every hand, he knows no fear.
Brave as a knight of old, fearless, gallant, bold,
Yes, brave the heart from love to part, afar to roam;
Loved ones are left behind, seeking a place to find
Here in the West, the boundless West, to build a home.
A mother is waiting there, counting each weary day,
Telling her baby fair, of its sire, now far away ;
The heavy blade he swings, the heavy blade he swings,
And then at night, when stars are bright, 'tis thus he sings:
Gently, oh, Western wind, so gently blown,
Tell her, my own dear one, l love her so;
Watch o'er her, kindly stars, moon, from your silver bars
Watch o'er that mother, singing soft and low.
She sings a lullaby, oh, bright, bright moon,
Father will come again, my baby, soon.
Guard them, oh, God above, from them all harm remove,
Keep them safely in thy care;
The heavy blade he swings, while cheerily ho sings,
And crushing trees the echoes wake afar and near.
One of a noble band-none braver in the land.
An arm of steel, a heart to feel-the Pioneer.