Now the breakup is here, for the Springtime is near, an' the Winter has mootched on its way.
We have busted our camp an' are off on a tramp to the palaces down on the Bay—
Twenty miles by the trail an' a hunderd by rail in the dawghouse along with the con,
Till we meet up again with them pleasant young men, with the lads with the diamonds on.
Yep, the Springtime is nigh, an' we're sayin' good-by to the norway an' pine for a spell:
We have cussed out the boss, fed our favorite hoss, an' have kicked the young bullcook farewell.
We have squared with the van for the bills that we ran for our Peerless an' mittens an' socks,
An' we're off for the town with our walks written down for the barkeep to change into rocks.
Twenty miles by the trail an' a hunderd by rail in the dawghouse along with the con,
Till we meet up again with them pleasant young men with the aprons an' diamonds on.
We've a seven months' thirst to be shortly immersed, for we're rollin' in easy-got wealth:
An' the sissified jay who may git in our way he had better look out for his health.
For we're lousey with cash an' we're weary of hash an' we long for a sight of the suds.
We've a campstake to blow with the parties below for their licker an' dinners an' duds.
We've a campstake to spend at the long Winter's end, an' they're waitin' to see us come down:
They are crackin' up ice an' are raisin' the price of ev'ry old thing in the town.
But what do we care? We have lucre to spare, an' there's nothin' too good for us now.
If the limit is ten we will tilt it again, for we're ripe for a game or a row.
There'll be singin' o' nights an' some beautiful fights an' a general raisin' of Ned,
An' that little old spot, if it wants it or not, will be painted a delicate red.
When the campstake is gone an' we see the gray dawn, when the fiddles are playin' no more,
When the pleasure is past an' we're busted at last, with a head an' a heart that are sore,
With no sighin' or sobs we will hustle for jobs an' will thank the good Lord we're alive—
For there's work an' there's fun an' white water to run, up the river along with the drive!
We have busted our camp an' are off on a tramp to the palaces down on the Bay—
Twenty miles by the trail an' a hunderd by rail in the dawghouse along with the con,
Till we meet up again with them pleasant young men, with the lads with the diamonds on.
Yep, the Springtime is nigh, an' we're sayin' good-by to the norway an' pine for a spell:
We have cussed out the boss, fed our favorite hoss, an' have kicked the young bullcook farewell.
We have squared with the van for the bills that we ran for our Peerless an' mittens an' socks,
An' we're off for the town with our walks written down for the barkeep to change into rocks.
Twenty miles by the trail an' a hunderd by rail in the dawghouse along with the con,
Till we meet up again with them pleasant young men with the aprons an' diamonds on.
We've a seven months' thirst to be shortly immersed, for we're rollin' in easy-got wealth:
An' the sissified jay who may git in our way he had better look out for his health.
For we're lousey with cash an' we're weary of hash an' we long for a sight of the suds.
We've a campstake to blow with the parties below for their licker an' dinners an' duds.
We've a campstake to spend at the long Winter's end, an' they're waitin' to see us come down:
They are crackin' up ice an' are raisin' the price of ev'ry old thing in the town.
But what do we care? We have lucre to spare, an' there's nothin' too good for us now.
If the limit is ten we will tilt it again, for we're ripe for a game or a row.
There'll be singin' o' nights an' some beautiful fights an' a general raisin' of Ned,
An' that little old spot, if it wants it or not, will be painted a delicate red.
When the campstake is gone an' we see the gray dawn, when the fiddles are playin' no more,
When the pleasure is past an' we're busted at last, with a head an' a heart that are sore,
With no sighin' or sobs we will hustle for jobs an' will thank the good Lord we're alive—
For there's work an' there's fun an' white water to run, up the river along with the drive!
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