If I sang about a saddle, a lassoo, & a gun
You'd think about a cowboy beneath the prarie sun
But I sing about a pine tree with a bucksaw & an axe
I sing about a big man, the Canadian Lumberjack
Oh hey to the happy workin' bushman
Of Canada He's a lumberjack
Oh hey, to the master of the bushland
He's born to live by the big broad axe
He's born to live by the big broad axe
He'll go up for a giant breackfast, of pancakes, beans & mush
And then you'll hear him whistle all morning through the bush
And when it comes to hardwork there's just no turning back
That son of a gun of an iron Canadian Lumberjack
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And when his day is over he'll talk with many chums
He'll sing about his sweetheart he'll wed when springtime comes
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