THE WOODSMAN LOVER

High in a nest of the tam'rac tree,

Swing under, so free, and swing over;

Swing under the sun and swing over the world,

My snow-bird, my gay little lover-

My gay little lover, don, don!... don, don!

When the winter is done I will come back home,

To the nest swinging under and over,

Swinging under and over and waiting for me,

Your rover, my snow-bird, your lover —

My lover and rover, don, don!... don, don!