We all got together and decided to go,
Down to Larry’s River for a good time you know,
The folks are so happy who live on that shore,
A welcome you’ll find one at everyone’s door.

We hired Tom Mills who runs a big truck,
Saying in her Tommy and trust the good luck,
Climb aboard you young fellas and help mademoiselle
We’ll reach Larry’s River, just drive her like hell.

Our first stop was Guysborough, it was a short time,
We stopped fifteen minutes for a good look around,
We met a big Mountie on his face was a grin,
Said boys keep on moving or I’ll run yous all in.

Our next stop was Lundy (the Junction) and some went right through,
Some stopped off at Tony’s to get some homebrew,
Big Amelia was there on her face was a smile,
I knew you were coming I could hear yous a mile.

We lay down our money two gallons of bug,
Gave Tony a quarter to pay for the jug,
Saying climb in the Old Ford just give her a yell,
We’ll reach Larry’s River just drive her like hell.

When we got to Larry’s River we all stopped our noise,
Father Forest he met us “you very fine boys,
Go to church in the morning confess all your sins,
In the evening stay home and drink up your gin”.

Early the next morning to church we did go,
Respect for our preacher we all had to show,
He preached hell and damnation took a sip of his wine,
Now boys I was dragging for a good slug of mine.

So folks I have told you as far as we went,
Down to Larry’s River not costing a cent,
The way those folks treated us was fit for a king,
They even invited us to come back in the Spring.

– Author Unknown