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A crowd of jolly trappers we are leaving one and all,
The first hard work is started on the portage Muskrat Falls;
And getting in our canoes, boys, oh, it seems so fine,
Going up Grand River with our poles and tracking lines.
Now good-bye wives and sweethearts, we are going to leave you now,
For you we'll make a living by the sweat of our brow;
But when we all return once more out from our trapping line,
Oh, we'll be glad to see you all and have a jolly time.
Now up the river in his canoe every man is found,
Feeling very jolly for to reach his trapping ground;
And setting out our traps, we work from early until late,
And every man a-wishing that the fur is taking bait.
But when the hunt is over and we are homeward bound,
Feeling very sorry for to leave our trapping ground;
And going down the river, we are nearly blind with sweat,
But when we see our friends at home, we'll be happy then, you bet.
Now just a word from Kenamu, Naskaupi just the same,
Including Goose Bay River boys, I know they are all game;
Also the chaps that trap the bay along the water line,
We wish you all the best of luck, long life and a happy time.
So, now my song is ended, the truth to you I tell,
A trapper has a lonely life and that you all know well;
I think I'll boil the kettle, cheer the bogie with a junk,
I rhymed this song in Apple Lake, stretched out upon my bunk.
