The woods

by Douglas Malloch

Fer fallin’ the timber, er cussin’ the cattle,

Er breakin’ a rollway, er drivin’ a spile,

Er ridin’ quick water, er winnin’ a battle,

Is fun fer the boys from the Emerald Isle.

I am old, an’ the times an’ the people are changin’—

The top-loader now has a derrick to help;

The college perfessors the forests are rangin’;

The lumberjack now is a different whelp.

The woods of the North they shall pass into story,

A story we tell with a tear an’ a smile—