Always like to contribute when I can. Here's an old Bill Staines
tune off of his, "The Whistle Of The Jay" disc:

The Logging Song

It's early in the morning when the birds sing in the pines
The sun peeks through the forest where the coal river climbs
Men are up at five o'clock and to the trees at six
Hard days work a good nights sleep is all they ever mix

Whey - hey another brand new day
On the wild and windy shores of old Su-peer-eye-ay

From North Bay to Fort William on the rocky northern shore
The millss are filled with cedar cones
                           and the boats are filled with ore
I worked in a logging camp / my daddy did before
We're caloused hands and weathered skin and iron to the core

(CHORUS)

Now the flys are thick and the men get sick / it's cold as it can be
Nothing's unexpected in the north country
When the summer ends and the winter comes it's forty-two below
We'll settle down in plywood shacks and cover up with snow

(CHORUS)

Now when I die I will have seen the wonders of the sea
Now when I've climbed the mountains in the western country
But most of all I won't forget the wild and wonderous thing
The falling of the timber when it's early in the spring

(CHORUS X2 OUT)