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If you should ask any girl from the parish around,
What pleases her most from her head to her toes;
She'll say, "I'm not sure that it's business of yours,
But I do like to waltz with a log driver."
For he goes birling down a-down the white water,
That's where the log driver learns to step lightly;
It's birling down, a-down white water,
A log driver's waltz pleases girls completely.
When the drive's nearly over, I like to go down
To see all the lads while they work on the river;
I know that come evening they'll be in the town,
And we all want to waltz with a log driver.
For he goes birling down a-down the white water,
That's where the log driver learns to step lightly;
It's birling down, a-down white water,
A log driver's waltz pleases girls completely.
To please both my parents I've had to give way,
And dance with the doctors and merchants and lawyers;
Their manners are fine but their feet are of clay,
For there's none with the style of a log driver.
For he goes birling down a-down the white water,
That's where the log driver learns to step lightly;
It's birling down, a-down white water,
A log driver's waltz pleases girls completely.
I've had my chances with all sorts of men,
But none is so fine as my lad on the river;
So when the drive's over, if he asks me again,
I think I will marry my log driver.
For he goes birling down a-down the white water,
That's where the log driver learns to step lightly;
It's birling down, a-down white water,
A log driver's waltz pleases girls completely.
