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WILD MUSTARD RIVER Come all you young boys from the river Come and listen to me for a while And I will relate you a story Of my friend and kind chum, Johnny Doyle 'Way up on the wild Moose River By the side of the big Jumbo Dam One morning while eating our breakfast On the rocks we espied a great Jam As soon as we'd finished our breakfast We were out on the head of that jam. Some of the boys took the pole trail To break out the reservoir dam. We worked for an hour and a quarter. Our pike poles and peavies did pry Not dreaming that one of our number That day would so horribly die. "Ride her down, ride her down to dead water. So loudly our foreman did shout. Not a man in the gang: who won't ride her Not a man in the gang who'll back out. On the river there never was better Than my friend and kind chum, Johnny Doyle As the logs came he always could roll them. And he never was reckless and wild. But this morning his luck was against him. His foot it got caught in the jam, And you know how those waters kept rolling From the falls at the reservoir dam. We rode it down to dead water, The sweat down our bodies did pour; When we pulled his dead body from under. It looked like poor Johnny no more. His flesh it was torn into ribbons, Into pieces the size of your hand. On earth his dead body lies resting May the Lord take his soul in command. DT #714 Laws C5 logger @death From Fowke and Mills, Canada's Story in Song filename[ WILDMUST TUNE FILE: WILDMUST CLICK TO PLAY SOF apr97 |
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