English

1.

Come all ye jolly lumbermen, and listen to my song,
But do not get discouraged, the length it is not long,
Concerning of some lumbermen, who did agree to go
To spend one pleasant winter up in Canada I O.

2.

It happened late one season in the fall of fifty-three,
A preacher of the gospel one morning came to me;
Said he, " My jolly fellow, how would you like to go
To spend one pleasant winter up in Canada I O? "

3.

To him I quickly made reply, and unto him did say:

Come all you tender Christians, wherever you may be,
And likewise pay attention to these few lines from me.
For the murder of James A. Garfield I am condemned to die
On the thirtieth day of June upon the scaffold high.
My name is Charles Guiteau,
My name I'll ne'er deny.
I leave my aged parents
In sorrow for to die.
But little did they think,
While in my youthful bloom,
I'd be taken to the scaffold
To meet my earthly doom.

'Twas down at the station I tried to make my escape,

Come all ye British tars, lend an ear, lend an ear,
Come all ye British tars, lend an ear;
Come all ye British tars fro' aboard a man-o'-war,
And of bribery have a care on the seas.

I of late was admiral on the seas, on the seas,
I of late was admiral on the seas;
I of late was admiral of a squadron stout and tall,
But for gold I sold them all on the seas.

I received an express from London, from London,
I received an express from London;
I received an express to sail up to the west,

Come all you blooming country lads and listen unto me,
And if I do but tell the truth I know you will agree.
It's of the jolly farmers who servants want to have,
For to maintain them in their pride and to be to them a slave.

Servant men, stand up for your wages
When to the hirings you do go,
For you must work all sorts of weather,
Both cold and wet and snow.

While the farmer and his wife in bed so snug and warm can lie,
But you must face the weather both cold, wet or dry;

Come all gallant seamen that unite a meeting,
Attend to these lines that I'm going to relate
And, when that you hear, it will move you with pity
To hear how Lord Nelson, he met with his fate.
For he was a bold and undaunted commander
As ever did sail on the ocean wide
And he made both the French and the Spaniards surrender
By always pouring into them a broadside.
Chorus

Mourn, England, mourn; mourn and complain,
For the loss of Lord Nelson, who died on the main.

From aloft to aloft, where he was commanding,

The combat raged not long, but our's the day;
And through the hosts that compassed us around
Our little band rode proudly on its way,
Leaving one gallant comrade, glory-crowned,
Unburied on the field he died to gain,
Single of all his men amid the hostile slain.

One moment on the battle's edge he stood,
Hope's halo like a helmet round his hair,
The next beheld him, dabbled in his blood,
Prostrate in death, and yet in death how fair!
Even thus he passed through the red gate of strife,

Comarnad is a very bonny place,
And there is ladies three, madam,
But the fairest and rairest o them a'
Has married Richard Storry.

‘O here is a letter to ye, madam,
Here is a letter to ye, madam;
The Earle of Hume, that gallant knight,
Has fallen in love wi ye, madam.’

‘There is a letter to ye, madam,
[There is a letter to ye, madam;]
That gallant knight, the Earl of Hume,
Desires to be yer servan true, madam.

‘I 'll hae nane o his letters, Richard,
I 'll hae nane o his letters, [Richard;]

‘Com my swete, com my flowr,
Com my culver, myn owne bowr,
Com my moder now with me,
For Heven-quene I make thee.’

‘My swete Sone, with al my love
I com with thee to thyn above;
Wher thou art now let me be,
For al my love is laid on thee.’

1 Come all you young sailors who cruise round Cape Horn,
Come all you young tars who follow the sperm,
For our captain has told us, we hope it is true,
There are plenty of whales on the coast of Peru.

Chorus

I dey, O, sing laddie, O, laddie, I dey.

2 Now we are a-sailing on the coast of Peru,
As all good young whalemen have a right for to do.
Our ship she is steady, her quarters are manned,
And her rigging is ready, composed of four strands.

3 'Twas early one morning just as the sun rose,

Columbia, appear! — To thy mountains ascend,
And pour thy bold hymn to the winds and the woods;
Columbia, appear! — O'er thy tempest-harp bend,
And far to the nations its trumpet-song send, —
Let thy cliff-echoes wake, with their sun-nourish'd broods,
And chant to the desert — the skies — and the floods,
And bid them remember,
The Tenth of September,
When our Eagle came down from her home in the sky —
And the souls of our heroes were marshall'd on high.

Columbia, ascend! — Let thy warriors behold