In the melting of Ontario Where the wind'll you shiver It was the of May up in Georgian Bay Near the of the Musquash River
the bears prowl and the coyotes howl And you can the osprey scream Back in '99 we were pine And sending it the stream
Young Sandy came to Go Home Bay All the way P.E.I. Where the weather's and it makes you tough No man's to die
came a smilin', Thirty Thousand Islands Was the place to claim his Now gone but his name lives on is Sandy's story
Young Gray lives on today In the of a mighty yell Listen and you'll hear a ghost In this that I tell, boys This story that I
Now Sandy Gray was boss of the men toss The trees the shore They'd come and go till they'd a floe 100,000 logs or
And he'd ride 'em down toward Severn To cut 'em up in the mills for And the ships would spring summer and fall the ice came in December
One Sabbath Day big Gray Came into camp a Peavey on his shoulder With a thunder crack he his axe And the room got a bit colder
Said, "Come on all you, we got to do We gotta give 'er all we can 'er There's a jam of at the little jog Near the mouth of the River"
With no to pray on the Lord's day They hoping for God's forgiveness But the jam was in a troubled sky And they set out about business
They with poles and ran with the rolls And tried to stay on their Every trick tried, one man cried This got us beat!"
But Sandy was not afraid And he let out a yell "I'll be damned, break this jam Or it's breakfast in hell, in hell!"
Now one of the men did the work of ten And scrambled up to the top He is working a dog heaving 30 foot logs And it like he'd never stop
struggled on, these 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 death held their breath As saw their friend go down They all in a second or two be crushed or frozen or drowned
They saw him fall and they him call Just and then it was over Sandy Gray gave his life that day Near the of the Musquash River
But Gray was not afraid And he let out a yell "I'll be damned, we'll break jam Or it's in hell, boys in hell!"
East of Giant's Tomb there's plenty of There's no and no walls And if you listen close you'll a ghost Down by Sandy Falls
Through the tops of the trees hear in the breeze The of a mighty yell "I'll be damned, we'll break jam Or breakfast in hell"
And Sandy Gray on today And he let out a yell "I'll be damned, we'll this jam Or it's in hell, boys in hell!"