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When I was young and in my prime,
I thought I'd go for a river driver;
And I met an old man on the shore,
He said, "Son, better watch white water."
Break and go, I tell you so,
Log jams like young men like you!
I just laughed and I laughed some more -
What was I but a bold young rouser?
And I left him on the shore,
That was before I knew white water.
Break and go, I tell you so,
Log jams like young men like you!
What was I but a bold young fool,
And it wasn't long till I learned better;
That's when young MacPherson drowned,
He was gone with a roar when the jam turned over.
Break and go, I tell you so,
Log jams like young men like you!
So we dragged him to the shore,
Carved his name in the bark of a cedar;
Hung his boots on a hanging limb -
Mac had gone too near the water.
Break and go, I tell you so,
Log jams like young men like you!
Log jams come and log jams go -
Big or small, they all spell danger;
You gotta have an old man on the shore,
When you're trying to get the key log out from under.
Break and go, I tell you so,
Log jams like young men like you!
Now I heed what the old man said -
I listen to the words of the big boss driver,
When he's standing on the shore,
Telling young fellows how to handle timber.
Break and go, it's now I see,
Log jams like young men like me!
