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BUCK'S CAMP 1. It's amusing to me, those waiters to see As they pass many times to and fro, With a dish in each hand, about all they can man At Buck's Camp down at Monroe. 2. O the locie does fine as she makes the incline, Makes it both puff snort and blow. It would unman your nerves as she slides 'round the curves At Buck's camp down at Monroe. 3. McCormick is our foreman, He's lazy as he's big. He rolled a log the other day And killed our only pig. Collected from Ed Dalby by Phil Thomas, 1959 and in his Songs of the Pacific Northwest. Learnt c. 1900. @Canada @train filename[ BUCKCAMP JB oct96 JB |
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