In the melting snows of Where the wind'll make you It was the of May up in Georgian Bay the mouth of the Musquash River
Where the prowl and the coyotes howl And you can hear the scream Back in '99 we cutting pine And it down the stream
Young Gray came to Go Home Bay All the way P.E.I. Where the rough and it makes you tough No afraid to die
Sandy came a smilin', Thirty Thousand Was the place to claim his Now Sandy's but his name lives on This is Sandy's
Young Sandy Gray on today In the echoes of a yell Listen close and you'll hear a In story that I tell, boys story that I tell
Now Sandy Gray was boss of the men who'd The trees the shore They'd and go till they'd built a floe 100,000 or more
And ride 'em down toward Severn Sound To cut 'em up in the for timber And the ships would haul summer and fall Till the ice came in
One Day big Sandy Gray Came into camp with a on his shoulder With a crack he dropped his axe And the room got a little bit
Said, "Come on all you, we got to do We gotta give 'er all we can 'er a jam of logs at the little jog Near the mouth of the River"
With no time to pray on the day were hoping for God's forgiveness But the jam was high in a sky And they set out about business
They poked with and ran with the rolls And to stay on their feet Every trick tried, one man cried This got us beat!"
But Sandy Gray was not And he let out a mighty "I'll be damned, break this jam Or breakfast in hell, boys in hell!"
Now every one of the men did the of ten And Sandy up to the top He is like a dog heaving 30 foot logs And it looked like he'd stop
They struggled on, men so strong Till the jam began to Then dove for cover to the banks of the river All except for Gray
Now with thoughts of they held their breath As they saw friend go down all knew in a second or two He'd be crushed or frozen or
saw him fall and they heard him call Just once and it was over Sandy Gray gave his life that day Near the mouth of the Musquash
But Sandy was not afraid And he let out a yell "I'll be damned, we'll break jam Or it's breakfast in hell, in hell!"
East of Giant's Tomb plenty of room no fences and no walls And if you listen close hear a ghost by Sandy Gray Falls
Through the tops of the trees hear in the breeze The echoes of a yell "I'll be damned, break this jam Or breakfast in hell"
And Gray lives on today And he let out a yell "I'll be damned, we'll this jam Or breakfast in hell, boys in hell!"