D A
Oh, a shanty-man's life is a wearisome life,
Bm A Bm
although some think it void of care
D A
Swinging an ax from morning till night
Bm A Bm
in the midst of the forests so drear.
D Bm
Lying in the shanty bleak
D Bm
and cold while the cold stormy wintry winds blow,
E Bm E D Bm A Bm
And as soon as the daylight doth appear, to the wild woods we must go.
D A
Oh, the cook rises up in the middle of the night saying,
Bm A Bm
“Hurrah, brave boys, it's day."
D A
Broken slumbers ofttimes are passed
Bm A Bm
as the cold winter night whiles away.
D Bm
Had we rum, wine or beer our spirits
D Bm
for to cheer in days so lonely do dwine,
and cold while the cold stormy wintry winds blow,
E Bm E D Bm A Bm
Or a glass of any shone while in the woods alone for to cheer up our troubled minds.
D A
But when spring it does set in, double hardships begin,
Bm A Bm
when the waters are piercing cold,
D A
And our clothes are dripping wet and fingers benumbed,
Bm A Bm
and our pike-poles we scarcely can hold.
D Bm
Betwixt rocks, shoals and sands
D Bm
give employment to all hands our well-banded raft for to steer,
and cold while the cold stormy wintry winds blow,
E Bm E D Bm A Bm
And the rapids that we run, oh, they seem to us but fun, for we're void of all slavish fear.
D A
Oh, a shanty lad is the only lad I love,
Bm A Bm
and I never will deny the same.
D A
My heart doth scorn these conceited farmer boys
Bm A Bm
who think it a disgraceful name.
D Bm
They may boast about their farms,
D Bm
but my shanty-boy has charms so far, far surpassing them all,
E Bm E D Bm A Bm
Until death it doth us part he shall enjoy my heart, let his riches be great or small.