Two strokes on the right, four strokes to the left,
Keep it steady now lads, paddles in check!
Bend your backs and move those arms,
We’ve miles to go though we’ve come so far!
Two to the right, four more on the left.
J-strokes so nice, don’t get the packs wet!
It’s a banner day on the flowage clear,
The sun is high, no storms to fear.
Wind at our backs; spray in our face,
Come on now boys, pick up the pace!
The miles melt off, our camp in sight,
We’ve got food and drink and merry times tonight.
Four more to the right, guide her in slow,
The canoes are sturdy, but be careful though!
Backwater, backwater! We’re drawing ashore,
Now lend a hand with the chores and more.
Dusk draws nigh, get a fire built!
Break out the flannel and sweaters and quilts.
A drink for you and some steak for me,
Rest now lads, for we’ve earned our keep.
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