Timber –Timber – Timber
There’s a valley I know where the proud timber grows,
Where the Ottawa River flows swiftly along;
In the Spring, if you go, where the head water flow,
You will hear this old Log drivers’ Song:
Refrain:
Yo-hay, hip-ho, keep the logging a-go,
Keep ‘em rolling and twisting as tempers flare high;
Yo-hep, hip-ho, to the rapids we’ll go,
Where the Ottawa River flows by.
In the fall of the year, they pack up their gera,
Fort Coulonge, Des Jeochim’s and all camps along;
In rain or in shine for to follow the white pine,
And Sing this old Log drivers’ Song:
In the long years gone by,
when the red ferns are high,
Kippewa to Black River the timber is fall’n,
In the Spring of the year, when the big drive is here,
You can hear this old Log drivers’ Song:
It’s a mighty long tow from the Schyan to Cheneaux,
By Pembroke and
Chapeau down to Campbell Bay,
At Portage-du-Fort, we will stop for a quart,
And tune up the fiddles to play:
For the Valley I yearn, some day I’ll return,
Where the Ottawa River flows swiftly along,
And if I’m still alive, I’ll go back on the
drive,
And Sing this old Log drivers’ Song:
Timber –Timber – Timber
