From "Life in a Logging Camp" by Arthur Hill, in Scribner's Magazine Vol. 13, No. 6 (New York: Charles Scribner's Sons, June, 1893), page 705:

SHANTY BOY.

As I walked out one evening, just as the sun went down,
I carelessly did ramble till I came to Saginaw town,
I heard two girls conversing as slowly I passed them by.
One said she loved her farmer's son, and the other a shanty boy.

The one that loved the farmer's son, these words I heard her say:
"The reason why I love him is at home with me he'll stay.
He'll stay at home all winter, to the woods he will not go,
And when the springtime comes again, his lands he'll plow and sow."

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"I shall always praise my shanty boy who goes to the woods in fall,
He is both stout and hearty, and fit to stand a squall.
With pleasure I will greet him in the spring when he comes down.
His money on me he'll spend it free when your mossback he has none."

"How can you praise your shanty boy, who to the woods must go?
He's ordered out before daylight to face the frost and snow,
While happy and contented my farmer's son will lie,
Soft tales of love he'll tell to me while the storms are blowing by."

"I never can stand that soft talk," the other girl did say.
"The most of them they are so green the cows could eat them for hay.
How easy it is to know them when they come into town.
The small boy shouting after them, 'Mossback, how come you down?'"

"What I've said unkind of your shanty boy, I do not mean it so,
And if ever I meet with one of them along with him I'll go,
And leave my mossback farmer's son to plough and plant his farm,
While my shanty boy so bold and free will save me from all harm."