If you ask any girl from the parish around
What pleases her most from her head to her toes
She'll say I'm not sure that it's business of yours
But I do like to waltz with a log driver
When the drive's nearly over I like to go down
And watch all the lads as they work on the river
I know that come evening they'll be in the town
We all like to waltz with the log driver
For he goes birling down and down white water
That's where the log driver learns to step lightly
Yes, birling down and down white water
The log driver's waltz pleases girls completely
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To please both my parents, I've had to give way
And dance with technicians, engineers, and electricians
Their punk rock is fine, but their feet are of clay
For there's none with the style of my log driver
Now I've had my chances with all sorts of men
But none are as fine as my lad on the river
So when the drive's over, if he asks me again
I think I will marry my log driver
For he goes birling down and down white water
That's where the log driver learns to step lightly
Yes, birling down and down white water
The log driver's waltz pleases girls completely
In the '80s I would watch cartoons as a kid
This Canadian Vignette got stuck in my head
This plaid wearing goldilocks toque sporting man
This hero we'd all call a log driver
You've probably seen him if you watched CBC
Log rolling with beavers or taking a leap
Over a moose, he'd never fall
Swinging 'round girls waist just like a stripper pole
For he goes birling down and down white water
That's where the log driver learns to step lightly
Yes, birling down and down white water
The log driver's waltz pleases girls completely
Yeah, birling down and down white water
The log driver's waltz pleases girls completely