THE SWAMPER

THE SWAMPER

I am the under dog,I am the low-down cuss,I am the standin’ joke,I am the easy meat.Fellah thet skids the logGits all the fame an’ fuss—What of the man who brokeRoads fer the hosses’ feet?Sing of the arm thet’s strong,Sing of the saw thet shines,Sing of the chopper’s might,Sing of the boss’s brain;Who ever sung your song,Swampers among the pines,Fellahs who led the fightOut in the snow an’ rain?We are the pioneers,We are the great advance,We are the men who breakRoads with our horny hands.Ours not the shouts an’ cheers,Ours not the singers’ chants—Ours but a path to makeStraight through the forest lands.They who shall come shall reapGlory thet we have won,They who shall come shall claimPraise an’ the world’s hooray.Ours but a trust to keep,Ours but a road to run;Others shall walk to fameAfter we lead the way.So it shall often be,So it shall be in life,So it shall often seem,Seem in the things men do—Sung in no history,Heard in no tale of strife,Oft shall the dreamer dream,Fergot when his dream comes true.

I am the under dog,I am the low-down cuss,I am the standin’ joke,I am the easy meat.Fellah thet skids the logGits all the fame an’ fuss—What of the man who brokeRoads fer the hosses’ feet?Sing of the arm thet’s strong,Sing of the saw thet shines,Sing of the chopper’s might,Sing of the boss’s brain;Who ever sung your song,Swampers among the pines,Fellahs who led the fightOut in the snow an’ rain?We are the pioneers,We are the great advance,We are the men who breakRoads with our horny hands.Ours not the shouts an’ cheers,Ours not the singers’ chants—Ours but a path to makeStraight through the forest lands.They who shall come shall reapGlory thet we have won,They who shall come shall claimPraise an’ the world’s hooray.Ours but a trust to keep,Ours but a road to run;Others shall walk to fameAfter we lead the way.So it shall often be,So it shall be in life,So it shall often seem,Seem in the things men do—Sung in no history,Heard in no tale of strife,Oft shall the dreamer dream,Fergot when his dream comes true.

I am the under dog,I am the low-down cuss,I am the standin’ joke,I am the easy meat.Fellah thet skids the logGits all the fame an’ fuss—What of the man who brokeRoads fer the hosses’ feet?

I am the under dog,

I am the low-down cuss,

I am the standin’ joke,

I am the easy meat.

Fellah thet skids the log

Gits all the fame an’ fuss—

What of the man who broke

Roads fer the hosses’ feet?

Sing of the arm thet’s strong,Sing of the saw thet shines,Sing of the chopper’s might,Sing of the boss’s brain;Who ever sung your song,Swampers among the pines,Fellahs who led the fightOut in the snow an’ rain?

Sing of the arm thet’s strong,

Sing of the saw thet shines,

Sing of the chopper’s might,

Sing of the boss’s brain;

Who ever sung your song,

Swampers among the pines,

Fellahs who led the fight

Out in the snow an’ rain?

We are the pioneers,We are the great advance,We are the men who breakRoads with our horny hands.Ours not the shouts an’ cheers,Ours not the singers’ chants—Ours but a path to makeStraight through the forest lands.

We are the pioneers,

We are the great advance,

We are the men who break

Roads with our horny hands.

Ours not the shouts an’ cheers,

Ours not the singers’ chants—

Ours but a path to make

Straight through the forest lands.

They who shall come shall reapGlory thet we have won,They who shall come shall claimPraise an’ the world’s hooray.Ours but a trust to keep,Ours but a road to run;Others shall walk to fameAfter we lead the way.

They who shall come shall reap

Glory thet we have won,

They who shall come shall claim

Praise an’ the world’s hooray.

Ours but a trust to keep,

Ours but a road to run;

Others shall walk to fame

After we lead the way.

So it shall often be,So it shall be in life,So it shall often seem,Seem in the things men do—Sung in no history,Heard in no tale of strife,Oft shall the dreamer dream,Fergot when his dream comes true.

So it shall often be,

So it shall be in life,

So it shall often seem,

Seem in the things men do—

Sung in no history,

Heard in no tale of strife,

Oft shall the dreamer dream,

Fergot when his dream comes true.


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