The Banks of the Gaspereaux published by Phillips Barry in the Bulletin of the Folk-Song Society of the Northeast. Come all you jolly lumberman, I mean to let you know, The Yankee boys will come no more to drive the Gaspereaux. You told them all the lies you could, you were their bitter foe Bad luck attend those wild galoots that live on Gaspereaux. You tried to scare those Americans and fill their hearts with fear, You told them they could not get out their lumber the first year. But our boss he said "Come on my boys we'll let those galpins know," And in seven days those boys so brave, they drove the Gaspereaux. One of those natives there had a daughter and she was handsome too, And she was much admired by one of our Yankee crew. Because she wore a purple dress and a red apron also, They called her Robin Redbreast on the Banks of the Gaspereaux. The first time that I saw this bird she fill me with surprise, To see this charming creature appear before my eyes. I watched her with amazement as she flew to and fro. She flew into my arms upon the Banks of Gaspereaux. The next was to the old man and that without delay, "I wish to wed your daughter -- an answer sir I pray."" "Oh yes, oh yes," the old man says, "but from me she can't go. She'll be your kind companion on the Banks of Gaspereaux." "Oh no, oh no," the young man says, "this place I cannot bear. We'll go into the State of Maine and we'll be happy there." "Oh no, oh no," the old man says, "It's from me she can't go. Why can't you live contented on the Banks of Gaspereaux?" This couple they have parted and sore they did complain For one lives on the Gaspereaux and the other lives in Maine. We'll drink a health to Robin and the Stars and Stripes also And to those kind companions we left on Gaspereaux.