My Girl's Waiting For Me (River Driving)

River drivin on the Sacandaga
 Floatin on a slippery log
 Sleepin in a frozen bog
 My girl's waitin for me
 Hard boiled eggs three times a day
 Wet as beavers we hit the hay
 Not much sleep but great good pay
 My girl's waitin for me
 Big French Joe and I went out
 To break a jam when I heard him shout
 Prenez guard and the jam went out
 My girl's waitin for me
 Big French Joe the logs drowned him
 He had no chance to fight or swim
 With the logs jammed up to the river's rim
 My girl's waitin for me
 His girl comes to me and cries
 If he's dead then I shall die
 My petit he used to sigh
 My girl's waitin for me
 We will find him down below
 Around the bend where the water is slow
 Floatin with his pike in tow
 My girl's waitin for me
 My petit will wring her hands
 As we scrape away at the yellow sand
 And bury him by the river strand
 My girl's waitin for me
 One more night and one more day
 And the logs will reach the river bay
 I'll skin off these togs and I will say
 My girl's waitin for me