A Shantyman's Life

A shanty man's life is a drearisome life,
Though sometimes 'tis free from all care.
'Tis swinging an ax from morning till night
In the midst of the forest so drear.
'Tis swinging an ax from morning till night
In the midst of the forest so drear.

We are lying in the shanty; it's bleak and it's cold,
While cold, wintry winds do blow.
The wolves and the owls with their terrible growls
Disturb us from our midnight dreams.
The wolves and the owls with their terrible growls
Disturb us from our midnight dreams.

Transported we are from all pretty, fair maids.
There's no whisky seen till it's spring.
There's not a friend near to wipe away a tear
While sorrow a sad mind will bring.
There's not a friend near to wipe away a tear
While sorrow a sad mind will bring.

Had we ale, wine, or beer, our spirits to cheer
While here in the woods the long while,
Or a glass of anything while here all alone
To cheer up our long, long exile.
Or a glass of anything while here all alone
To cheer up our long, long exile.

About four o'clock our noisy little cook
Cries, "Boys, it is the break of day."
With heavy sighs from slumber we rise
To go with the bright morning star.
With heavy sighs from slumber we rise
To go with the bright morning star.

When springtime comes in, double troubles begin,
For the water it is piercing cold.
Dripping wet are our clothes and we're almost froze,
And our pike poles we scarcely can hold.
Dripping wet are our clothes and we're almost froze,
And our pike poles we scarcely can hold.

You can talk about your farms, but your shanty boy has charms;
They are far superior to all.
They will join each other's hearts until death them all parts
Whether they be great or small.
They will join each other's hearts until death them all parts
Whether they be great or small.

So rafting I'll give o'er and anchored safe on shore
Lead a quiet and sober life;
No more will I roam but contented stay at home
With a smiling and a charming little wife.
No more will I roam but contented stay at home
With a smiling and a charming little wife.
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