From Songs of Miramichi by Louise Manny and James Reginald Wilson, Brunswick Press, Fredericton, New Brunswick, 1968 |
A for the AXES, and that youse all know
B for the BYES that can use them also;
C for the CHOPPING which now begins,
And D for the DANGER that we do stand in,
And how merry are we. Chorus:
No mortal on earth is as happy are we,
T’me hi derry, ho derry, hi derry down,
Give the shanty’s boys whiskey,
There’s nothin’ goes wrong. E for the ECHO that rings through the woods,
F for the FOREMAN that bosses a job;
G for the GRINDSTONE we grind our axe on,
And H for the HANDLE so smooth wore around,
And how merry are we. Chorus:
No mortal on earth is as happy are we,
T’me hi derry, ho derry, hi derry down,
Give the shanty’s boys whiskey,
There’s nothin’ goes wrong. I for the ILE we burn in our lamps,
J for the JOBLE that’s always inclined,
K for KEEN EDGES we all have to sleep,
And L for the LICE, boys, that’s o’er our shirts creep,
And how merry are we. Chorus:
No mortal on earth is as happy are we,
T’me hi derry, ho derry, hi derry down,
Give the shanty’s boys whiskey,
There’s nothin’ goes wrong. M for the MOSS we stog in our camps,
N for the NEEDLE as we sew our pants,
O for the OWL that screeches by night,
And P for the tall PINE that we do slay right,
And how merry are we. Chorus:
No mortal on earth is as happy are we,
T’me hi derry, ho derry, hi derry down,
Give the shanty’s boys whiskey,
There’s nothin’ goes wrong. Q for the QUARRELING that we don’t allow,
R for the RIVER where we make our bow,
S for the SLED built so stout and so strong,
And T for the big TEAM that hauls them along,
And how merry are we. Chorus:
No mortal on earth is as happy are we,
T’me hi derry, ho derry, hi derry down,
Give the shanty’s boys whiskey,
There’s nothin’ goes wrong. U for the USES we put ourselves to,
V for the VALLEYS we run our road through,
W is for the WOODS we leave in the spring,
And now I have sung all I’m going to sing,
And how merry are we. Chorus:
No mortal on earth is as happy are we,
T’me hi derry, ho derry, hi derry down,
Give the shanty’s boys whiskey,
There’s nothin’ goes wrong. Wa-hoo! (shouted)