From Bonnavischan in Sweden.
To Vancouver in Canada.
There went a man with Swedish colors.
To cut trees in the forests.
He was big and stately like a pine.
Although he had a fixed idea.
He only drank beer and anglostura.
Thought he got healthier from it.
So when he entered the deep forest.
Then he was as drunk as a cannon.
The pack he was carrying was clean.
So it contained strong dons.
But he worked like a dog himself.
Until he started swaying off and on.
Then all the buddies ran away, started screaming at each other.
Timber (timber).
They screamed as he fell over.
Timber (timber).
Because he was almost always very drunk.
He always got to join parties.
And there he became very popular.
Because he was a man with great speed.< br/>Although there could be some trouble.
The furniture was constantly in danger.
Where he walked and rattled about.
Nobody could ever be safe.
That he didn't fall over something.
Timber (timber).
They shouted as he swayed like a pine tree.
Timber (timber).
Then he hit the table so it creaked.
But one day at last, there was a cash shortage.
He went home to Sweden, and became a sober.
But even today in Canada, wild roars are heard in the forests.
Timber (timber).
They screamed as he fell over.
Timber (timber).
Because he was almost always very drunk.
Yeho...
Timber (timber).< br/>You still roar in the forest today.
Timber (timber).
When you cut down trees in Canada.
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