1. A shanty lad, he leads a dreadful, dreary life,
Though some call it free from care,
When he swings on his axe from morning until night
In the middle of the forest so drear.
2. Transported I am from my own native land
Near the banks of the old Delever,
Where the wolves and the owls, with their terrifying growls,
Disturb our nightly dreams.
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Source: Folk Song of the Catskills Cazden, Haufrecht and Studner ISBN: o-87385-580-3.
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Roud: 838 (Search Roud index at VWML)