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作词 : Slaid Cleaves |
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作曲 : Slaid Cleaves |
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In the melting snows of Ontario |
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Where the wind'll make you shiver |
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It was the month of May up in Georgian Bay |
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Near the mouth of the Musquash River |
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Where the bears prowl and the coyotes howl |
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And you can hear the osprey scream |
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Back in '99 we were cutting pine |
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And sending it down the stream |
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Young Sandy Gray came to Go Home Bay |
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All the way from P.E.I. |
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Where the weather's rough and it makes you tough |
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No man's afraid to die |
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Sandy came a smilin', Thirty Thousand Islands |
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Was the place to claim his glory |
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Now Sandy's gone but his name lives on |
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This is Sandy's story |
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Young Sandy Gray lives on today |
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In the echoes of a mighty yell |
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Listen close and you'll hear a ghost |
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In this story that I tell, boys |
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This story that I tell |
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Now Sandy Gray was boss of the men who'd toss |
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The trees onto the shore |
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They'd come and go till they'd built a floe |
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100, 000 logs or more |
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And he'd ride 'em down toward Severn Sound |
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To cut 'em up in the mills for timber |
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And the ships would haul spring summer and fall |
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Till the ice came in December |
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One Sabbath Day big Sandy Gray |
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Came into camp with a Peavey on his shoulder |
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With a thunder crack he dropped his axe |
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And the room got a little bit colder |
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Said, "Come on all you, we got work to do |
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We gotta give 'er all we can give 'er |
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There's a jam of logs at the little jog |
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Near the mouth of the Musquash River" |
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With no time to pray on the Lord's day |
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They were hoping for God's forgiveness |
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But the jam was high in a troubled sky |
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And they set out about their business |
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They poked with poles and ran with the rolls |
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And tried to stay on their feet |
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Every trick they tried, one man cried |
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This logjam's got us beat!" |
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But Sandy Gray was not afraid |
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And he let out a mighty yell |
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"I'll be damned, we'll break this jam |
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Or it's breakfast in hell, boys |
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Breakfast in hell!" |
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Now every one of the men did the work of ten |
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And Sandy scrambled up to the top |
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He is working like a dog heaving 30 foot logs |
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And it looked like he'd never stop |
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They struggled on, these men so strong |
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Till the jam began to sway |
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Then they dove for cover to the banks of the river |
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All except for Sandy Gray |
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Now with thoughts of death they held their breath |
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As they saw their friend go down |
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They all knew in a second or two |
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He'd be crushed or frozen or drowned |
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They saw him fall and they heard him call |
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Just once and then it was over |
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Young Sandy Gray gave his life that day |
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Near the mouth of the Musquash River |
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But Sandy Gray was not afraid |
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And he let out a mighty yell |
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"I'll be damned, we'll break this jam |
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Or it's breakfast in hell, boys |
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Breakfast in hell!" |
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East of Giant's Tomb there's plenty of room |
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There's no fences and no walls |
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And if you listen close you'll hear a ghost |
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Down by Sandy Gray Falls |
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Through the tops of the trees you'll hear in the breeze |
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The echoes of a mighty yell |
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"I'll be damned, we'll break this jam |
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Or it's breakfast in hell" |
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And Sandy Gray lives on today |
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And he let out a mighty yell |
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"I'll be damned, we'll break this jam |
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Or it's breakfast in hell, boys |
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Breakfast in hell!" |
