from:
LORE OF THE LUMBER CAMPS by E. C. Beck (1948)


SONG OF THE PINEWOODS

THE "Song of the Pinewoods" could go on forever, like "Old McDonald Had a Farm," "Sing Pollywolly Doodle," and "Goodby, Old Paint." This is one of several ballads sung by Hiram Taylor of Standish.

1. In the year of eighteen forty-four
We landed on Columbia's shore,
We landed on Columbia's shore;
To work up in the pinewoods.

Chorus
Shu-li, shu-li, shula-racka-ru,
Hacka-racka, shacka-racka, shula-bobba-Iu.
I'm right from the pinewoods. So are you.
Johnny, can't you pick it on your banjo?

2   This Irish girl, as we rode up,
She had some whisky in a cup.
She says, "Young man, won't you have a sup
While working in the pinewoods?"


3   The Irish girl as she rode by,
It was to me she cast her eye;
She says, "Young man, you can't deny
That you work up in the pinewoods,"


4   Our ox teamsters they all are Dutch,
And you must allow they don't know much.
It's a "Whoa, come haw" and a "Haw, come gee"
To wake up the oxen in the morning.
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