The Ballad of Mackenzie Mac

My first day in Mackenzie

I got a room by the local pub.

Sittin’ in my hotel suite

With my hot feet in the tub.

I got all decked out in my new work clothes,

And laced up my logging boots,

Then proceeded to the only pub in town

To buy myself a brew.


I sat down at the table

And ordered myself a round,

When a grubby old gent in overalls

Popped a chair and sat himself down.

He looked like a pretty hard-working man,

Though he could be lumberjack.

The white hard hat on the top of his head

Was labeled “Mackenzie Mac”


The boys at the float camp told me

There weren’t nothing ol’ Mac had feared,

With his dark squinty eyes and thin haired head

And his big grey bushy beard.

You look like a stranger in these parts,

Did you come here for work?

He grabbed his brew off the tabletop,

Leaned back and took a slurp.


Old Mac and I had quite a chat

As I remembered that next day.

Before leaving town I got one last look

And started on my way.

I headed out to catch a ride

To take me back to camp,

Remembering the story of the old bearded man

And the Ballad of Mackenzie Mac….


– Unknown Author

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