Logger Goes to Canada

[Gypo Logger]

Canaday-I-O

Arr. By “Nick” Manoloff

Come all you jolly lumberjacks and listen to my song
And do not get impatient for it won’t take very long.
It’s all about some lumberjacks who did agree to go
And spend a pleasant winter up in Can – a – day – I – O.

It happened late one season in the fall of fifty-three,
A preacher of the gospel one bright morning came to me
He said “My jolly fellow do you think you’d like to go
And spend a pleasant winter up in Can – a – day – I – O.”

I thought it over for a while and then to him did say
“My going out to Canada depends upon the pay
If you will pay good wages and my passage to and fro
I think I’ll go along with you to Can – a – day – I – O.”

“Yes we will pay good wages and we’ll pay your passage out
Provided you sign papers and agree to stay the route
But if you should get homesick and decide that home you’ll go
We would not pay your passage back from Can – a – day – I – O.”

He had the gift of flattery and signed up quite a train
Some twenty-five or thirty that were well and able men
We had a pleasant journey o’er the road we had to go
Till at Three Rivers we arrived in Can – a – day – I – O.

Then we began to suffer and it lasted ten long weeks
Before we reached head-quarters way up there among the lakes
We thought we’d find a paradise at least they told us so
God grant there may be no worse hell than Can – a – day – I – O.

To tell what we then suffered there is past the art of man
But for a fair description I will do the best I can
Our food a dog would snarl at and our beds were on the snow
They treated us like criminals in Can – a – day – I – O.

Our hearts we proved were made of iron our souls were cased with steel
Although they made it awful rough they could not make us yield
The ones that planned to make us quit had met their match I know
Among the boys that went from Maine to Can – a – day – I – O.

But now the hardships over and we’re all returning home
To greet our wives and sweethearts and we never more will roam
To greet our friends and neighbors and we’ll tell them not to go
To that forsaken G – D – hole called Can – a – day – I – O.


Copyrighted 1932. Words and Music by M. M. Cole Publishing House, Chicago, Ill.

 

[dbabcock]

Jim Morrison was a great poet as well. How about Curt Cocaine and Courtney Hole? Better off dead.

 

[Marky Mark]

Now Now Doug here's one I took back in 90, Bastard shot himself on my birthday.

 

[Keener]

There are strange things done in the midnight sun by that Gypo that lusts for wood.
The skidder trails have their secret tales of stumps where trees once stood.
The northern lights have seen queer sights and the queerest on which they shone
Was except for a saw, a naked chap, by the name of Gypo John.


With apologies to Robert Service

 

[Cinnamon Girl]

Poetry

There are strange things done in the midnight sun

by that Gypo that lusts for wood.

The skidder trails have their secret tales

of stumps where trees once stood.

The northern lights have seen queer sights

and the queerest on which they shone

was except for a saw,

a naked chap,

by the name of Gypo John.

With apologies to Keener :angel: CG

 

[Cinnamon Girl]

Hey Marky Mark....
I was sitting here minding my own business, and John called me in to look at a poem that Keener wrote. I decided I liked the poem, but chose to have a little fun with him. After my bit of playfulness was finished.......I looked up, and what did I see? Yes, that's right. It was you....trashing American wives. FYI....not all American Girls, wives, concubines, lovers, lumberjills, girlfriends, "significant others" (as they say in the states) are the vermon that some believe. Ask John, he never lies.....eh, eh, eh

With no apology, without regret, with all the sympathy I can muster; it's all good. All is fair in love and war. So, keep the peace will ya?

:angel: CG

 

[HUSKYMAN]

Now Jeff Hunt is posting as Cinnamon Girl. The madness has to end.

Where is TreeGodmother when you need him?

 

[jokers]

Hi CG, I hope that what you say is true because I will soon be on the market looking for a new wife, girlfriend, etc.... and things don`t look promising. I have already met a few of the available "ladies" and found most of them to have an agenda that they wear on their sleeves. Guess I`ll have to figure out where Maple Valley is and look there. I was thinking of a mail order professional lady from an East Bloc country up `til this point, LOL.

Russ

 

[HUSKYMAN]

Russ currently I believe the best deals on women are from Chechnya. Just make sure you check her for C4 before letting her in the house

 

[dbabcock]

Maple Valley is in Erin, Ontario. When you knock on the door and a little dwarf opens it, you'll know you have the right place.

 

[jokers]

So if Maple Valley is in Ontario I suppose that I would still be getting a socialist socialite huh?

Russ

 

[HUSKYMAN]

The dwarf's name that answers the door is Stubby

 

[johncinco]

CG:

until you have had an american wife, you'll never know how bad it can be. And if you do get one, we better get to see the pictures!

My buddy made the mistake of importing one of those hot blooded latin girls from costa rica. yeow, he had it good for a couple years then she turned into a real nut case possesive freak. He ended up on the wrong end of a blade a few too many times and had to ship her back.

I would hate to get one of those northern woods girls and wake up to screamin 090 comin at me.