Well folks, hopesomeone out there can help me. . . There was a historical video made about ten years ago about the coast of Maine. . . an in it was this wonderful little woods work-song about harvesting trees for the clipper ships. I only remember a bit of the words which go:

As the winter does grow older; Like wolves we do grow bolder Our axes we will shoulder; and our noses to the grind;

To the woods we will not tarry; Our tools we all must carry; No noise exceeds the thunder of the falling of the pines.

Hey, any help would be MUCH appreciated!

Thanks.