Alfred Bailey and Harold Palmer c1860
Up! Up! The morn' is beaming
Through the forest breaks the sun
Rouse ye sleepers, time for dreaming
When our daily journey's done.
Bind the snow shoe, fast with thongs, too
See that all is right and sure
All is bliss to, naught's amiss to
A brave Northwest Voyageur as...
Tramp, tramp on show shoe tramping
All the day we marching go
Till at night by fire's encamping
We find couches on the snow.
On, on, let men find pleasure
In the city, dark and drear'
Life is freedom, life's a treasure
As we all enjoy it here.
Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!
See the novice down once more
Hear him shout, then pull him out then
Many a fall he's had before, as...
Men may talk of roads and railways
But too well our comrades know
We could beat the fastest engine
In a night tramp on the snow.
It may puff, Sir! It may groan, Sir!
It may whistle, It may scream
But light tripping, gently dipping
Snow shoes leave behind the steam.
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