Raftsman Jim

Oh Raftsman Jim
He’s tall and thin
And stout and strong in every limb
on rocks and trolls where white water rolls
He’s the one to handle that long pike pole
There ain’t no cub as neat as him
Dandy handy Raftsman Jim
Now who’s that knocking on Paula’s door
It’s Raftsman Jim with his red pine oar
She pulled the pin and let him in
Oh there ain’t no lover like Raftsman Jim
Dandy handy Raftsman Jim
But her pops says nae and he lopes away
And he bobs right back the very next day
And he shuts one eye and looks very sly
She gives to her pops the sweet bye bye
There ain’t no cub as neat as him
Dandy handy Raftsman Jim
Says Raftsman Jim «I'm away again,
I’ve a job a pushin for long Jim Quinn.»
Says White Pine Tom «What can it be,
it’s the crowing river for the old pine tree.»
There ain’t no cub as neat as him
Dandy handy Raftsman Jim!