Here's one version:

As I strolled out one evening as the sun was going down
I strolled along quite carelessly till I came to Scranton town,
There I overheard two fair ladies as slowly I passed by,
One said she loved her farmer's son while the other loved the shanty boy.

Now the one that loved her farmer's son, these words I heard her say,
The reason that she loved him, at home with her he'd stay
He would stay at home all winter, to the woods he would not go,
And when the spring it did come in, his land he'd plow and sow.

"Now as for plowing and sowing your land", the other one did say,
"If your crops should prove a failure your debts you could not pay..
If your crops should be a failure, or your grain market be low
The sheriff ofttimes would sell those crops for to pay the debts you owe."

"Now there's no need of going in debt when you own a good farm
For every day you earn your bread, not work through rain and storm
For every day you earn your bread, not work through storm or rain,
While the shanty boy works hard all day his family to maintain.

"Now I don't like this soft talk", this other one did say,
"For some of them are so green the cows would eat them for hay,
How plainly you can tell him when he rolls into town
You'll hear him cry out from a small boy up, Why Dick how are you down?"

"Now I do like my shanty boy that goes out in the fall
For he is tough and rugged and fit to stand the squall,
He gets big pay all winter and in the spring when he comes down
His money with me he will spend free while the mossback sons have none."

"Well, here is to your shanty boy, I hope you'll pardon me,
And of my ignorant mossback I'll try now to get free,
And if ever I gain my liberty with a shanty boy I'll go
And I'll leave that ignorant mossback with his land to plow and sow."

From singing of Ellen Stekert, on Folkways recording "Songs of a New York Lumberjack"
Collected from Fuzzy Barhight