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 that 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, she likes 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, They will all like to waltz with the 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 her parents she has to give way, And dance with the doctors and the merchants and lawyers; Their manners are fine, but their feet are of clay, And none with that style of 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.
Now she's had her chances with all sorts of men, But none as so fine as that lad on the river; So when the drive's over, if he asks her again, She thinks that she'll marry that 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.