So fare you well, &c.
I being an entire stranger, be sure I had not much to say,
The boss came round in a hurry, says, “Boys, it is grog-time a-day;”
We all marched up in good order, he was father now unto us all,
Sure I wish’d myself from that moment to be working upon the canal.
So fare you well, &c.
When at night we all rest from our labor, be sure but our rent is all paid.
We lay down our pick and our shovel, likewise our axe and our spade.
We all set a-joking together, there was nothing our minds to enthrall
If happiness be in this wide world, I am sure it is on the canal.