Текст песни The Canadian Lumberjack

If I Sang about a saddle with a lasso and a gun,

You'd thing about a cowboy beneath the prairie sun

But I sing about a pine tree with a bucksaw and an axe

I sing about a big man, The Canadian Lumberjack.

Oh Hey! To the happy workin' bushman, Of Canada

He's a lumberjack

Oh Hey! To the master of the bushland

He's born to live, By the big bold axe

He's born to live, By the big bold axe

With a whopper giant breakfast, of pancakes, beans and mush
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And then you'll hear him whistle all mornin' through the bush

And when it comes to hard work there's just no turnin' back

That son of a gun ironman, The Canadian Lumberjack

Oh Hey! To the happy workin' bushman, Of Canada

He's a lumberjack

Oh Hey! To the master of the bushland

He's born to live, By the big bold axe

He's born to live, By the big bold axe

And when his day is over, he'll talk with many chums

He'll sing about the sweetheart, He'll wed when springtime comes