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10 The sun had gone down, when the foreman did say, "Turn out, boys, turn out, youVe enough for the day, We've scaled them and counted them, each man to his team And it's well do we know now which one tips the beam."
11 After supper was over, McCloskey appeared, With a belt ready-made for his big spotted steers, To form it he'd torn up his best Mackinaw
For he swore he'd conduct it according to law.
12 Then up spoke the scaler, "Hold on you, awhile, For your big spotted steers are behind just one mile. You've skidded one hundred and ten and no more And the bulls have you beaten by ten and a score."
13 The shanty did ring and McCloskey did swear As he tore up by handfuls his long yellow hair; Says he to Bold Gordon, "My colors I pull,
So, here, take the belt for your little brown bulls."
14 Here's health to Bold Gordon and Kennebec John; The biggest day's work on the river they've done. So fill up your glasses, boys, fill them up full
We will drink to the health of the little brown bulls. |
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MOOSEHEAD LAKE
B. No. 3714.. Elmer George, North Montpelier, Vt., 1939. Printed by permission of Helen Hartness Flanders. See Cr, p. 265 j Gra, p. 60.
"I learned this song from a feller by the name of Brant Breaux that I lumbered on Sterling Mountain with. I think I got the whole of it> or most °f *h from him. I donyt know as Pve heard any one else sing it.yy |
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