The Wild Lumberjack

One day I was walking out on the mountain
Oh what robin was singing, I happened to spy
A handsome young lumberjack on the banks of the river
All dressed in white linen and laid out to die

So beat your drum lowly and play your pipes slowly
And play the dead march as you carry me along
Oh take me to the mountain and lay the sod over me
For I'm a wild lumberjack and I know I've done wrong

Once out in the forest, I used to go slashing
Once in the big timbers, I used to be gay
I first took to drinking and then to card playing
Was shot in the breast and I'm dying today

Go someone and writе to my gray-headed mother
And also to my brothеr and sisters so dear
But there is another for dear [?] mother
Who'd bitterly weep if she know I was here

So beat your drum lowly and play your pipes slowly
And play the dead march as you carry me along
Oh take me to the mountain and lay the sod over me
For I'm a wild lumberjack and I know I've done wrong

Go someone and bring me a cup of cold water
A cup of spring water the poor woody said
But air it had still reached him, his spirit had vanished
Gone to the giver, the poor fellow was dead