The Lumberjack

Well I walk along the river with my new swede saw
With a file in the pocket of my old mackinaw
I'm a headed for the wood each morning at the break of day
As I take a little shortcut over the hill
I can hear the whistle blow at the old saw mill
It's the night gang a-leaving for the bunkhouse across the bay

Well I'm a sitting on a tree stump eating Johnny cake
I heard the whistle blow, I had to take a break
I'm a boiling up my tea in an old tin can
Cause that is the life of a Lumberjack Man

I'm gonna cut me a jack pine tall and limber
You'd better step aside when I holler timber
My double bit axe is gonna make the big chips fly
When the cut is clean, I'll set my wedge
And drive it into place with a nine pound sledge
I've already picked the spot where this big tree gonna lie

Well I'm a sitting on a tree stump eating Johnny cake
I heard the whistle blow, I had to take a break
I'm a boiling up my tea in an old tin can
Cause that is the life of a Lumberjack Man

The swamper's getting ready to take my load
Skidding out my logs, and pile em on the road
I'm a waiting for the jammer, to put them on the sleigh
The boss man's a coming to scale my lumber
I better make sure, that he's got the right number
Before I let the logs go a rolling on their way