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On Pukaskwa River so early this morning,
While mending my tumpline I hear the geese calling;
Over the brule, long clamoring cry,
Flying formation against the grey sky,
Comes the wild goose,
The wild goose,
High over north shore,
And I'm going home.
The river is open but the lake's frozen over,
It's time to pack up when it's late in October;
Winter's a-coming, the wild geese know,
We've had a long fall and it's time to go,
With the wild goose,
The wild goose,
High over north shore,
And I'm going home.
Well, I've made lots of money, got money to burn,
And when I have spent it I know I'll return;
After the freeze-up, when snow it is dry,
For to work in the tall woods -- I wish that I,
Were a wild goose,
A wild goose,
High over north shore,
And I'm going home.
I've worked in the bush and spent money in town,
I'd like to get married but I can't settle down;
At the last portage, when I'll pack no more,
Let me fly with the wild goose high over north shore,
With the wild goose,
The wild goose,
High over north shore,
And I'm going home.
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Notes:
¹ The Pukaskwa is a classic wilderness white water river in northern Ontario that empties into the frigid and rocky north shore of Lake Superior at the south end of Pukaskwa National Park. The terrain is rugged with dense boreal forest and forms Ontario's largest wilderness park barely touched by humans.
² A tumpline is a strap across either the forehead or chest to support a heavy load carried on the back.
