The Canadian Lumberjack lyrics

If I Sang about a saddle with a lasso and a gun, You'd thing about a cowboy beneath the prairie sun But I sing about a pine tree with a bucksaw and an axe I sing about a big man, The Canadian Lumberjack. Oh Hey! To the happy workin' bushman, Of Canada He's a lumberjack Oh Hey! To the master of the bushland He's born to live, By the big bold axe He's born to live, By the big bold axe With a whopper giant breakfast, of pancakes, beans and mush And then you'll hear him whistle all mornin' through the bush And when it comes to hard work there's just no turnin' back That son of a gun ironman, The Canadian Lumberjack Oh Hey! To the happy workin' bushman, Of Canada He's a lumberjack Oh Hey! To the master of the bushland He's born to live, By the big bold axe He's born to live, By the big bold axe And when his day is over, he'll talk with many chums He'll sing about the sweetheart, He'll wed when springtime comes