Skull Creek Logger -

I’m a Skull Creek logger

I’m lookin' for my pay

I work the St. John River

And the Fundy Bay

Company needed drivers

Up in those northern woods

Said was a winner

And the wages, they’d be good

So find me twenty shanty boys

Hiked up the hateful stream

To the most hellish campsite

The world has ever seen

The tents were old and rotten

The bedding crawled with lice

The ground’s wet and muddy

And the wind cold as ice

They made us pay for whiskey

They made us pay for grog

They made us pay for vittles

You wouldn’t feed your dog

Whenever we left over

We diced and whored away

Until we owed the company

Every penny ever paid

And then late in the season

We were loading up the sleds

The foreman made an offer

To clear away our debts

He called for six free shanty boys

Who knew not pain or fear

To follow him to Skull Creek

For a to clear

We walk a road around us

It sucked us to the bone

Started rollin' logs out

The dam began to crone

Suddenly she gave way

The river it rushed in

And five of those shanty boys

Were never seen again

Some said I was lucky

To escape that watery grave

But now the company owns me

No better than a slave

I’m a Skull Creek logger

I’m lookin' for my pay!

But I can’t earn a penny

Since the river took my legs away!