[Verse 1]
Come all you good people and give me some time
A tale I will tell of a time long gone by
To northeast New Brunswick in song we will speed
And sing of the men up the Miramichi.
[Verse 2]
Sing of the swampers who cleared out the roads
And of the teamsters who carried the loads
To the swift runners and drivers they be
Working the woods up the Miramichi. (ch)
[Chorus]
Come hell or high water, black flies or deep snows
The Miramichi Men are the toughest you know
The Miramichi Men are the tough ones.
[Verse 3]
So here s to the choppers, so quick and so strong
And to the raftsmen who move it along
Here s to the toters, portashers who ll be
Working the woods up the Miramichi (ch)
[Verse 4]
Here s to the Islanders, good with the axe
And those Quebeckers, such fine lumberjacks
To the Boys up from Bangor, down east by the sea
Who all took their turn up the Miramichi. (ch)
[Verse 5]
Here s to the farmers who toiled on the land
And to the fishers down by the sea strand
To the miners and millers wherever ye be
Who all did their time on the Miramichi (ch)
[Verse 6]
So in the evening when the work is all done
We ll gang round the fire for frolic and fun
With fiddles and fly beer a singing they ll be
Of all of the times on the Miramichi. (ch)
[Chorus]
Come hell or high water, black flies or deep snows
The Miramichi Men are the toughest you know
The Miramichi Men are the tough ones.