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A number of the songs in this collection havebeen heard by campfire and trail from the campsof British Columbia to the lumber camps of Maine.Several of the songs have been fired at the Huns"somewhere in France," no doubt with deadlyeffect. And also at the Turks on the long long hiketo Bagdad and beyond.
And it is not impossible that some of my countrymenare now warbling snatches of my humble verseto the accompaniment of bagpipes on the streets ofthe New Jerusalem! Many of the verses haveappeared from time to time in leading publicationsfrom Vancouver, B. C., to the New England Statesand Eastern Canada; while others appear in printhere for the first time.
From all parts of the land I have received lettersat various times asking for extra copies of someparticular song in my humble collection, which Iwas not in a position to supply at the time.
I therefore decided to publish some of the songsfor which a demand had been expressed, and in sodoing offer to the reading public in extenuation ofmy offense the plea that in a manner this humblevolume is being published by request.[6]
I offer no apology for my "dialect" songs as theyhave already received the approval of music loverswhose judgment is beyond criticism.
For the errors which must inevitably creep intothe work of a non-college-bred lumberjack, I cravethe indulgence of all highbrows who may resent myinability to comb the classics for copy to pleasethem. All the merit I can claim is the ability torhyme a limerick or sing a "come-all-ye" in a mannerperhaps not unpleasi