Lumber is an important product of the west.Lumber camps were active during the winter months.Camp songs such as this were sung in the evening as a means of
Come all you jolly fellows and listen to my song; It's all about the shanty boys and
won't delay you long. We're the jolliest good bunch
of fellows that every you could find, And how we spend our winter months is hurling down the pine.
At in the morning the boss he will
shout: "Heave out my jolly
teamsters; it's time to be on the route. "The teamsters they all
jump up all in a frightened way: "Where is me boots?"
Where is me pants? Me socks is gone astray!"
The next gets up is the
choppers, whose socks they cannot find; They blames it on the teamsters
swear with all their mind. Some other man may have them on
and he be standing near. Laugh it off all with a joke
and have a hearty cheer.
At six o'clock it's breakfast
and ev'ry man is out. And if a man he is not sick, he's
sure to be on the route. There's sawyers and choppers to
lay the timber low; There's swampers and loggers to
drag it to and fro.
"Crack! Snack! goes my
whip; I whistle and I sing; I sit upon my double sleigh as
happy as a king. My horse is always ready, and I
am never sad; There's no one else so happy as
the double-sleigher lad."
The next comes is the loader,
all at the break of day: "Load up my slide, five
hundred feet; to the river drive away. "You can hear those axes
ringing until the sun goes down. "Hurrah, my boys! The day
is spent. To the shanty we are boun'"
We all arrive at the shanty, cold
hands and wet feet. We there pull off our larrigans,
our supper for to eat. We sing and dance till , then to our bunks we climb. Those winter months they won't
be long in hurling down the pine
The springtime rolls around,
and the boss he will say: "Heave down your saws and
axes, b'ys, and help to clear away. The floating ice it is all gone
and business is arrived; Two hundred able-bodied men are
wanted on the drive."
The springtime rolls around and
glad will be the day When folks relate unto their
friends, who wander back that way. So now my song is ended, and
don't you think it's true? But if you doubt one word of
it, just ask one of our crew.
You can find a version of this song in
MacMillan/McGraw-Hill's Spotlight On Music 6th Grade.