If you 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 sure like to waltz with a log driver.

Chorus: For he goes birling down and down white water;
That's where the log driver learns to step lightly.
He’s birling down and down white water;
The log driver's waltz pleases girls completely.

When the drive's nearly over, I like to go down
And watch all the lads as they work on the river.
I know that come evening they'll be in the town
We all love to waltz with a log driver.

To please both my parents I have to give way
And dance with the doctors and the merchants and lawyers.
Their manners are fine but their feet are of clay!
There's none with the style of a log driver.

Now I've had my chances with all sorts of men,
None are 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.

written by Albert Wade Hemsworth (SOCAN)
Blackfly Music