Bear and Buzzsaw: A Saw Mill Yarn

I owned sawmill in Michigan, Which by water power ran; Buzzsaw possessed mighty power, Thousands of feet it cut each hour.

Mills could compete with it were few, It cut plank that were four feet through; Most of the mills were drove by steam, But mine was drove by a big stream.

One morning when I started mill, With wonder soon my mind doth fill, For I was there then all alone, With fear I was forced to groan,

When I saw big bear touch its paw Against the swift running buzzsaw; Its foot in moment it did tear, And this it did enrage the bear.

The bear was now roused to fury, It would be both judge and jury; Rushing on it with open jaws, And for to crush it with its paws.

Most wondrous sight I ever saw, It cut through centre of its jaw; Saw’s speed for moment did not fail, Cutting through its back bone and tail.

In two the bear it did divide, One half did lay upon each side; Carcass we froze and fresh bear steak We enjoyed many a week.

We sewed together the bear’s hide Where the saw did skin divide; In winter warmly now I ride, ’Neath bear skin famous far and wide.

Mill cogs and shafts they ran with ease When lubricated with bear’s grease; I never shall forget strange freak, Brought nie bear’s skin and grease and steak.