| Lyrics: | The Raftsman's Song
(Collected by Ellen Stekert from Ezra "Fuzzy" Barhight,
Recorded
by Stekert 1958 on Songs of a New York Lumberjack, Folkways
FA2354)(I don't know
where the tune came from, but I know it best
as the tune for The Ball of Kerrymuir
Ballynore>)
Come all you jolly raftsmen, who run the river down,
Be careful where
you run your raft or you will run aground
CHO: And Boys, shove your grog around
The scores are on their own.
For we're the boys that fear no noise
Although
we're far from home.
Well we sailed around old Butler, and nothing did we fear
Until
we came to Sawmill Rift, and plunged against the pier.
CHO:
Now, Henry Lodge stood
at the oar, his voice so firm and strong
For when he struck the rock, by God, it almost knocked
him down.
CHO:
There was one among our number, and his name was Little
Moe
He plunged right in among the logs and saved 'most all our clothes.
Note: A book
called Canoeing the Delaware River, Letcher, quotes the first
verse, and attributes it to
Robert "Boney" Quillan, "...a raftsman-poet
of the nineteenth century. Place names are on
the Delaware River in
Pennsylvania, just above the New York border. RG
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