Let us go to the sugar camp
While the snow lies on the ground
Live in a birchbark wigwam
All the children and the older folk
While the people are at work
Hunt a match in the maple tree
Set a bale on the ground below
Soon the sap will be flowing
From the tree it will be flowing
While the people are at work
Make a fire in the sugar lodge
So that we may hate for the sound
Bring all the wood and ladles
Set the wood and trough for draining
All the people are at work
In the snow see the rap id tracks
Hear the note of the chickadee
We must not stop to follow them
Tis the season of the sugar can
All the people are at work
Drink the sand from the maple tree,
pour the sand in the iron pot,
see how it steams and bubbles,
there we have a little taste of it,
all the people are at work.
Pour the syrup in the grating jar
Stir it slowly as a thinker grows
Now it has changed to sugar
We may eat it in a boot from a ditch
There is sugar for us all
Let this go to the sugar can
While the snow lies on the ground
Livin' it looks like we've won
All the children and the old will go
There is sugar for us all
