If I sang about a saddle, a lassoo, & a gun You'd think about a cowboy beneath the prarie sun But I sing about a pine tree with a bucksaw & 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 broad axe He's born to live by the big broad axe He'll go up for a giant breackfast, of pancakes, beans & mush And then you'll hear him whistle all morning through the bush And when it comes to hardwork there's just no turning back That son of a gun of an iron Canadian Lumberjack Chorus And when his day is over he'll talk with many chums He'll sing about his sweetheart he'll wed when springtime comes Chorus