THE LUMBERMAN'S ALPHABET A is for axes that you may all know; And B is for boys that make them all go; C is for choppers so early begun And D is for danger we often stand in. CHORUS : 'Tis merry, 'tis merry, 'tis merry are we No mortal on earth, so happy as we. A derry, Lo derry, Ring derry dum. Give us shantymen's grog and there'll nothing go wrong. E is the echo that through the woods rang: F is the foreman, head one of our gang; G is the grindstone so merrily goes round And H js the handle, so smoothly 'tis worn. I is the Iron that mark-ed the pine; J is the Jov-al that's never behind; K is the keen edge our axes we keep And L is the lice that over us creep. M is the moss we patch-ed the cracks And N is the needle we patch-ed our pants; O is the owl that hooteth at night And P is the pine that always falls right. Q is the quarrel we never allow; R is the river we float our logs down S is the sleds so stout and so strong And T is the teams that go jog 'em along. U is the use we put our teams to; V is the valley we draw our logs through; W is the woods we leave in the spring And this is all I am going to sing. Note: Many trades, it seems, had their own alphabets. See also SAILALPH From Ballads Migrant in New England, Flanders @work @logging filename[ LUMBALPH play.exe SAILALPH RG ===DOCUMENT BOUNDARY===