The Timberman’s Ballad **Verse 1** Come gather, my friends, and I’ll sing ye a song, Of the Timberman’s trade, where the strong belong. Through forest deep where the tall oaks stand, He works with his tools and his calloused hand. **Chorus** With the Beetle and Glut, he splits the grain, Through sweat and toil, through sun and rain. For wainscot fine and beams so grand, Raise a cheer for the Timberman! **Verse 2** By the crack of dawn, he’s out with his blade, The whip saw hums in the woodland glade. The broad axe bites with a ringing sound, As the mighty oak falls to the frozen ground. **Chorus** With the Beetle and Glut, he splits the grain, Through sweat and toil, through sun and rain. For wainscot fine and beams so grand, Raise a cheer for the Timberman! **Verse 3** He shapes each log with a craftsman’s pride, For the joiner’s bench or a shipwright’s side. The wainscot boards from his labors flow, To frame fine halls where the gentry go. **Bridge** Oh, sing for the forest where his trade is born, Where the beetle strikes and the oak is torn. The timber rings with a steady beat, A song of work ‘neath his steady feet. **Chorus** With the Beetle and Glut, he splits the grain, Through sweat and toil, through sun and rain. For wainscot fine and beams so grand, Raise a cheer for the Timberman! **Verse 4** When daylight fades and his work is done, He heads to the pub ‘til the rising sun. With ale in hand and his mates in tow, He sings of trees felled long ago. **Final Chorus** So swing your Beetle and drive your Glut, Split that oak where its heart is cut. For wainscot fine and beams so grand, Lift your voice for the Timberman! **Outro** Here’s to the woods where his story is told, To his tools of iron and his heart of gold. Through forest dark or on open land, We’ll always remember the Timberman!
