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Maine Lumberjacks 21
Our grain shall wave o'er valleys rich,
our herds bedot the hills, When our feet no more are hurried on to tend the driving mills; Then no more a lumbering go, so no more a lumbering go, When our feet no more are hurried on to tend the driving mills.
8 When our youthful days are ended, we will cease from winter toils, And each one through the summer warm
will till the virgin soil; We've enough to eat, to drink, to wear,
content through life to go, Then we'll tell our wild adventures o'er, andjio more a lumbering go; And no more a lumbering go, so no more a lumbering go, 0! we'll tell our wild adventures o'er, and no more a lumbering go. |
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