In the melting snows of Ontario where the wind will make you shiverT'was the month of May up in Georgian Bay near the mouth of the Musquash RiverWhere the bears prowl and the coyotes howl and you can hear the osprey screamBack in 99 we were cutting pine and sending it down the streamYoung Sandy Gray came to Goheung Bay all the way from PaiWhere the weather's rough and it makes you tough, no man's afraid to dieSandy came a-smiling, 30,000 islands was the place to claim his gloryNow Sandy's gone but his name lives on, this is Sandy's storyYoung Sandy Gray lives on today in the echoes of a mighty owlListen close and you'll hear a ghost in this story that I tell, boys, this story that I tellNow Sandy Gray was boss of the men who'd toss the trees onto the shoreThey'd come and go till they built a flow, 100,000 logs or moreAnd he'd ride them down towards Severn Sound to cut them up in the mills for timberAnd the ships would haul spring, summer and fall till the ice came in DecemberOne Sabbath day big Sandy Gray came into camp with a Peavey on his shoulderWith a thunder crack he dropped his axe and the room got a little bit colderSaid, come on all you, we got work to do, we gotta give her all we can give herThere's a jam of logs at the little jog near the mouth of the Musquash RiverWith no time to pray on the Lord's day they were hoping for God's forgivenessBut the jam was high and a troubled sky and they set out about their businessThey poked with their poles and ran with their oars and tried to stay on their feetEvery trick they tried, one man cried, this log jam's got us beatBut Sandy Gray was not afraid and he let out a mighty yellI'll be damned we'll break this jam or it's breakfast in hell boys, breakfast in hellNow every one of the men did the work of tanning sand he scrambled up to the topHe's working like a dog even thirty foot logs and it looked like he'd never stopAnd he struggled on, he's bent so strong till the jam began to swayAnd the doleful covered to the banks of the river all except for Sandy GrayNow with thoughts of death they held their breath as they saw their friend go downThey all knew in a second or two he'd be crushed or frozen or drownedWhen they saw him fall they heard him call just once then it was overYoung Sandy Gray gave his life that day through the mouth of the Muscrosh RiverBut Sandy Gray was not afraid and he let out a mighty yellI'll be damned we'll break this jam or it's breakfast in hell boys, breakfast in hellEast of Giant's Tomb there's plenty of room there's no fences and no wallsAnd if you listen close you'll hear a ghost down by Sandy Gray FallsThrough the tops of the trees you'll hear in the breeze the echoes of a mighty yellI'll be damned we'll break this jam or it's breakfast in hellAnd Sandy Gray lives on today in the echoes of a mighty yellI'll be damned we'll break this jam or it's breakfast in hell boys, breakfast in hell*