American Old Time Song Lyrics: 37 The Pioneer
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 37
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.