Robert "Wee" Macmillan - "Axeman" of the Ponds lyrics

Be set ... Axe in hand Be laid true aim Laying claim to each new grain; All of what will be of worth With each chop ... Each new chop's birth Each bead of sweat! Be of honest works ... Again & Again; Harrowed-Hell of truthful burst And may they someday fall with an honoured toast As Love of Axeman's, labored boast So; Precious from the tree were hewn, Of whittled likeness; flattened spoon Be now they gently rowed in harmony Slowly dipped through all of rippled scene Free cleansing row of once tree'd crows ... In paddled flight of patterned mow! And bathe in opened water "scene" Kept damp and moist ... Almost weeping be; They cry? Waving "bye" ... The line of tree- "Once Sawn" Way back ... Past a way once hacked Tells long a story to a slashed stilled bay Ahhhhh! This; be such as peace, Floating freedoms newly found Of once a Maple's stump had bound All grains a story's tell of once was dealt; All of what Precision'd plunder once been felt... Axeman! ... Remembered be his accurate pelt So often told? ... Whittled fine a paddles tale Told smoothly ‘cross the gunwales rail While slicing rippled bu*tered aqua tones In a "Rhythm'd" music's metronome And with little effort sings ... Sings' buoyant song of one fell tree Such delightful stroke of tempo be ... Gently stirring forth a softly breeze, While soaked grained ballads, Ply their roam, Sung through open water's way; Given now their home To which they stay Precision'd paddle of; One fine, an Axeman's day