One night as I lay a-keeping my silent watch alone,
Some rambling thoughts came to my mind and caused me for to roam;
To go and leave Kitardine and the girl I did adore
But I thought it fit to take a trip the wild woods to explore.

I took my true love by the hand, and to help her I did say:
"The train it leaves tomorrow; my dear, I'm going away!"
And as we gently glide along we'll make the taverns roar;
Drink a health to old Kitardine and the girls we do adore.

Oh Kitardine is a pretty place and pretty girls therein.
You'd think that they were nightingales were you to hear them sing.
Where little lambs do sport and play down by their mother's side,
And the salmon, trout and pickerel in the streams do gently glide.

When I arrived in Sancook the people gathered round;
They said I was not able the tall pines to cut down.
But I could go as cookee if I kept snug and clean.
That was the very first time I missed Kitardine green.

And now the winter is over and the teams are coming out,
The boss he called the men to him to hire them for the route.
"It is to those who will stay here high wages I'll pay to ye,
And when the lumber is in old town the routers may go free."

My hand is getting tired, no more can I pen down;
But I hope our boss's lumber will arrive safe in old town.
For when we get to Bangor we'll make those taverns roar;
Drink a health to old Kitardine and the girls we do adore.