The Black Fly Song

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The Black Fly Song

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'Twas early in the spring when I decide to go For to work up in the woods of north Ontario And the unemployment office said they'd put me through To the Little Abitibi in the survey crew And the black flies, little black flies Always the black flies, no matter where you go Dying with the black flies pickin' on my bones In north Ontar-i-o-i-o In north Ontar-i-o Now the man Black Toby was the captain of the crew And he saiys "I'm going to tell you boys, what we're gotta to do "now we're gonna build a power dam, we must find a way "For to make thе Little Ab run around the other way" And thе black flies, little black flies Always the black flies, no matter where you go Dying with the black flies pickin' on my bones In north Ontar-i-o-i-o In north Ontar-i-o So we surveyed to the east, and we surveyed to the west Trying to make our minds up how to do it best Little Ab, Little Ab, what can I do? I'm all but goin' crazy on the survey crew And the black flies, little black flies Always the black flies, no matter where you go Dying with the black flies pickin' on my bones In north Ontar-i-o-i-o In north Ontar-i-o Black flies, black flies everywhere They're crawling in your whiskers, and crawling in your hair They're swimming in the soup, they're swimming in the tea The devil take the black flies, let me be Those black flies, little black flies Always the black flies, no matter where you go Dying with the black flies pickin' on my bones In north Ontar-i-o-i-o In north Ontar-i-o Black Toby fell a-swearing, cause the work was getting slow And the state of our morale was getting mighty low And the flies swarmed heavy, as he staggered up the train He was walking up and down the trail, talking to himself Those black flies, the little black flies Always a black flies, no matter where you go Dying with a black flies pickin' on my bones In north Ontar-i-o-i-o In north Ontar-i-o Now, the bull cook's name was Blind River Joe And if it hadn't been for him we'd a never pulled through Well he bound up our bruises and he catered us for fun And lathered us in bacon grease and balsam gum Cause the black flies, the little black flies Always the black flies, no matter where you go Dying with a black flies pickin' on my bones In north Ontar-i-o-i-o In north Ontar-i-o So at last the job was over, Black Toby said we're through With the Little Abitibi and the survey crew Was a wonderful experience but this I know: I'll never go again to north Ontar-i-o With the black flies, the little black flies Always the black flies, no matter where you go Dying with a black flies pickin' on my bones In north Ontar-i-o-i-o In north Ontar-i-o And the black flies, the little black flies Always the black flies, no matter where you go Dying with a black flies pickin' on my bones In north Ontar-i-o-i-o In north Ontar-i-o

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  • Wade Hemsworth