**[Verse 1]** Come gather close, ye roving souls, and hear my tale tonight, Of sawyers bold who shape the wood with skill and steady might. With timber scribe and chalk line true, they mark the ancient grain, And through the heart of oak and pine, their saws sing sweet refrain. **[Chorus]** So pull the blade and guide it well, oh sawyer lads, take care! From forest deep to shipyard’s keep, your craft is rich and rare. Flat sawn, rift sawn, quartered fine—each plank a work of art, The sawyer’s trade lays down the frame where every craft must start. **[Verse 2]** In forest glades where giants stand, they fell the mighty tree, And haul it to the sawyer’s yard to meet its destiny. The chalk line snaps, the scribe carves deep, a path both true and wise, And with the whip saw’s rhythm strong, the timber’s soul will rise. **[Chorus]** So pull the blade and guide it well, oh sawyer lads, take care! From forest deep to shipyard’s keep, your craft is rich and rare. Flat sawn, rift sawn, quartered fine—each plank a work of art, The sawyer’s trade lays down the frame where every craft must start. **[Verse 3]** Down in the pit beneath the log, two sawyers bend their backs— One pulls below in shadowed toil while one above attacks. The long frame saw bites clean and true as sawdust fills the air, And boards emerge from rugged logs with patience fine and rare. **[Chorus]** So pull the blade and guide it well, oh sawyer lads, take care! From forest deep to shipyard’s keep, your craft is rich and rare. Flat sawn, rift sawn, quartered fine—each plank a work of art, The sawyer’s trade lays down the frame where every craft must start. **[Bridge]** For carpenters who shape their beams to build both roof and wall, And joiners fine who carve with grace in manor or in hall— For shipwrights bold who span the seas with vessels stout and true— They all give thanks to sawyer hands that shaped their dreams from yew. **[Verse 4]** So raise a glass to sawyer lads who labor day by day, Their work unseen but ever felt in every mast and stay. For every plank and timber strong owes homage to their skill— With whip saw sharp and steady hand they bend wood to their will! **[Final Chorus]** So pull the blade and guide it well, oh sawyer lads, take care! From forest deep to shipyard’s keep, your craft is rich and rare. Flat sawn, rift sawn, quartered fine—each plank a work of art, The sawyer’s trade lays down the frame where every craft must start.
