Classic Poem

Come all you bold ox teamsters,
Wherever you may be,
I hope you'll pay attention
And listen unto me.

2

It's of a bold ox teamster,
His name I'll tell to you,
His name was Johnny Carpenter,
He pulled the oxen through.

3

He took with him six bags of meal
And his bunk chains also,
All for to bind his spruce and pine
While hauling through the snow.

4

Says Carpenter unto Flemmons,
" I'll show them to haul spruce,
For my oxen in the snow, you see,
Are equal to bull moose! "

5

Now the crew that tend those oxen,
Their names to you I'll tell;
The jobber's name was Crowley —
The boys all knew him well.

6

Old Duke and Swan all on the pole
So vigorous they do lug,
While Swan's the head with a collar and hames,
And a pair of leather tugs.

7

Old Brighty in the hovel lay,
They say his feet are sore,
But it was a strain that caused his pain,
And now he'll haul no more.

8

He tried to keep his oxen fat,
But found it was no use;
For all that's left is skin and bones,
And all the horns are loose.

9

Now to conclude and finish
I'm going to end my song.
I hope I haven't offended you
If I've said anything wrong.