Ye mighty sons of freedom who round the mountains range
Come all you gallant lumber boys and listen to my song
On the banks of the sweet Saranac where its limpid waters flow
We'll range the wild woods over and once more a-lumbering go

Once more a-lumbering go
And we'll range the wild woods over
And once more a-lumbering go

To the music of our axes we'll make the woods resound
And many a tall and lofty pine comes tumbling to the ground
At night, around our good campfire we'll sing while cold winds blow
We'll range the wild woods over and once more a-lumbering go

Once more a-lumbering go
And we'll range the wild woods over
And once more a-lumbering go

You may sing about your parties, your parties and your plays
But pity us poor lumber boys, go bouncing on our sleighs
But we ask no better pastime than to hunt the buck and doe
And we'll range the wild woods over and once more a-lumbering go

Once more a-lumbering go
And we'll range the wild woods over
And once more a-lumbering go

When winter it is over and the icebound streams are free
We'll drive our logs to Glen Falls and we'll haste our girls to see
With plenty to drink and plenty to eat, back to the world we'll go
We'll range the wild woods over and once more a-lumbering go

Once more a-lumbering go
And we'll range the wild woods over
And once more a-lumbering go