yumpin' yiminy yesus,
Aye yust kum back fr'm town,
Ay've seen da voman's fayces
In da spots off ill renown;
Ay've hire da fastes' taxis-
Had da best in effry house,
Got drunk on beer an' viskey-
Yust ass cray-see ass a louse;
An'aye tol' da fancey vomans
How ve log out in da voods-
How us Swenska super-humans,
Us alone produce da goods.
An' aye tol' da pretty maiden
How ve log in vinter's snow,
Wen aye kum out here from Swaden Yust fifteen years ago.
firs' aye kum dis countree
From ma native Swenska land, language here seem funny
An' wuss hard to understan':
For dey had a drink at mealtime,
An' dey call it koffeeplease,
But it taste yust like da coffee
Back in Sweden, cross da seas.
An' winniger-yug aye learn to say. Wen fifteen
years had gone
Dey changed da name, an' so today-
Dey call it demi-yon.
Dey might fool me wi' dere talkin'-
Say ayme domb, an' green, an' shy:
But a Swede iss born to loggin"
Like an eagle's born to fly.
aye hit da yumgle,
To me da fooreman said:
You'll neffer make a bungle,
Iff you'll only youse yer head.
Go out an' wrestle schokers,
An' be careful w'ere ya yump;
But da riggin' crew were yokers,
An' so aye schoked a stump:
Aye used ma head to stop da huke
Dat floated tru' da air-
An' here's da boomp-yust take a look,
Protrudin' t'ru' ma hair.
Ay'me wiser now, since aye have learned
Ma head's to hold my hat.
An' aye get along vit' all concerned
Wen aye youse it yust fer dat.
aye tank dis countree
Wuz yust scum an' froth an' foam,
An' aye miss da Swenska yentry,
An' da customs back at home.
Here ya doff yer hat to no one,
Fer ya find yer yust ass good
As da banker, or da showman,
Or da splitter of da wood
Here are land vere winding inlets,
Vit da mountain walls are shored!
Reflecting golden sunsets-
Like ma native Swenska fjord.
Ma adopted land of freedom,
From da Rio Grande to Nome,
Fer ay've said good bye to Swaden,
An' aye tank aye don't go home.
BEARTOWN VALLEY SKI AREA
NEW ENTRANCE TO THE BASE
You never know what you'll see