My version of the traditional Irish-American song "Flat River Girl" or "Jack Haggerty".
I'm a heartbroken raftsman, from Greenville I came
All my virtue's departed with a lass I did fain
From the strong darts of Cupid I've suffered much grief
And my heart's torn a-sunder, I can get no relief
Of my troubles I'll tell you without much delay
Of a sweet little lassie my heart stole away
She's the blacksmith's fair daughter on the Flat River side
And I've always intended to make her my bride
I work on the river where the white waters roar
And my name I've engraved on the high rocky shore
I'm the boy that stands happy on the dark, burling stream
But my thoughts were on Molly, she haunted my dream
I gave her fine jewels, the finest of lace
And the costliest muslins, her form to embrace
I gave her my wages all for to keep safe
I deprived her of nothing I had on this earth
While I worked on the river, I earned quite a stake
I was steadfast and steady, and ne'er played the rake
For Camp Flat and river I'm very well known
And they call me Jack Haggerty, the pride of the town
'Til she wrote me a letter which I did receive
And she said from her promise, herself she'd relieve
To wed with another she'd a long time delayed
And the next time I'd see her she'd no more be a maid
To her mother, Jane Tucker, I lay all the blame
For she caused her leave and go back on my name
To cast off the riggings that God was to tie
And to leave me a rambler 'til the day that I die
So come all ye bold raftsmen with hearts stout and true
Don't trust to a woman 'cause you're beat if you do
And if you do meet one with a dark chestnut curl
Remember Jack Haggerty and the Flat River girl!
This is, strictly speaking, a 19th century American song. I've always liked it, however, and, having found the following background story couldn't resist. Also, it was written by an Irish-American or an immigrant Irishman. I haven't yet been able to find out Dan McGinnis' birthplace.
From "They Knew Paul Bunyan", by E.C.Beck, 1956:
"Flat River rises in Six Lakes, has a splendid mill-site at
Greenville, and empties into the Grand River near Lowell. It is in what was
a great pine belt of Michigan. A lively incident there is the basis of the
song. When it was composed, Greenville was a small logging town and Anne
Tucker's home was just across the street from her father's blacksmith shop.
In the late sixties big, burly, red-haired Dan McGinnis came to town.
Dan knew Jack Haggerty, a good-looking fellow from Hart and Shelby. Neither
Dan nor Jack was permitted to keep company with pretty Anne Tucker.
McGinnis, a clever entertainer as well as a good raftsman, was assigned to
the camp where George Mercer, Anne's fiance', had been promoted to woods
boss. McGinnis was so aroused that he composed this shanty song, using
Haggerty's name to conceal his own identity. At first Mercer was so angry
that he would not permit the song sung in camp, and the Tuckers disliked
it. In time the family aversion wore away, and Anne herself is said to have
sung it to her Canadian friends."