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newtboy (Member Profile)
Your video, AirVenture 2021 Opener Flies the BlackFly, has made it into the Top 15 New Videos listing. Congratulations on your achievement. For your contribution you have been awarded 1 Power Point.
NicoleBee (Member Profile)
Thanks Nic!
In reply to this comment by NicoleBee:
*promote
notarobot (Member Profile)
Thanks for the promo, old son!
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I've been there. It's all true.
I'll die with the blackfly pickin' my bones
from http://www.agelesslove.com/boards/showthread.php?t=10717
Twas early in the spring when I decide to go,
For to work up in the woods in North Ontario;
And the unemployment office said they'd see me through
To the Little Abitibi with the survey crew.
Chorus:
The blackflies, the little blackflies
Always the blackfly no matter where you go
I'll die with the blackfly a-pickin' on my bones
In North On-tar-eye-o, eye-o, in North On-tar-eye-o!
Now the man Black Toby was the captain of the crew,
And he said "I'm gonna tell you boys what we're gonna do;
The want to build a power dam and we must find a way
For to make the little Ab flow around the other way."
chorus
So we survey to the east and we survey to the west,
And we couldn't make our minds up how to do it best.
Little Ab, Little Ab, what shall I do?
For I'm all but goin' crazy on the survey crew.
chorus
It was blackfly, blackfly, blackfly, everywhere,
A-crawlin' in your whiskers, a- crawlin' in your hair;
A-swimmin' in the soup and a-swimmin' in the tea
Oh the Devil take the blackfly and leave me be.
chorus
Black Toby fell to swearin' cuz the work went slow,
And the state of our morale was a-gettin' mighty low,
And the flies swarmed heavy; it was hard to catch a breath,
As you staggered up and down the trail, talkin' to yourself.
chorus
Now the bull cook's name was Blind River Joe;
If it hadn't been for him, we'd've never pulled through.
For he bound up our bruises and he kidded us for fun,
And he lathered us with bacon grease and balsam gum.
chorus
At last the job was over; Black Toby said "We're through
With the Little Abitibi and the survey crew."
T'was a wonderful experience and this I know,
I'll never go again to North Ontario.