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I was scarce the age of sixteen when I first went on a drive,
In less than six weeks later Quebec I did arrive;
I fell in love with a pretty girl, a girl caused me to roam,
For I'm a river driver and I'm far away from home.
I'll eat when I am hungry, I'll drink when I am dry,
Get drunk whenever I'm ready and get sober by and by;
And if the river don't drown me, when I go out to roam,
For I'm a river driver and I'm far away from home.
I'll build my love a castle upon some mountain high,
Where she can sit there and view me as I go riding by;
Where she can sit there and view me when I go out to roam,
For I'm a river driver and I'm far away from home.
I'll eat when I am hungry, I'll drink when I am dry,
Get drunk whenever I'm ready and get sober by and by;
And if the river don't drown me, when I go out to roam,
For I'm a river driver and I'm far away from home.
When I get old and feeble and in my sadness lie,
Just wrap me up in my shanty-blanket and lay me out to die;
Just get one tiny bluebird to sing for me alone,
For I'm a river driver and I'm far away from home.
