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 do like to waltz with a log driver."
For he goes birling down a-down white water, That's where the log driver learns to step lightly; It's birling down, a-down white water, A log driver's waltz pleases girls completely.
When the drive's nearly over, I like to go down To see all the lads as they work on the river; I know that come evening they'll be in the town, And we all want to waltz with a log driver.
For he goes birling down a-down white water, That's where the log driver learns to step lightly; It's birling down, a-down white water, A log driver's waltz pleases girls completely.
To please both my parents I've had to give way, And dance with the doctors and the merchants and lawyers; Their manners are fine but their feet are of clay, And there's none with the style of a log driver.
For he goes birling down a-down white water, That's where the log driver learns to step lightly; It's birling down, a-down white water, A log driver's waltz pleases girls completely.
Now I've had my chances with all sorts of men, There's none is so fine as my lad on the river; And when the drive's over, if he asks me again, I think I will marry my log driver.
For he goes birling down a-down white water, That's where the log driver learns to step lightly; It's birling down, a-down white water, A log driver's waltz pleases girls completely.
Birling down, a-down white water, A log driver's waltz pleases girls completely.