Maduxnekeags waters are bluer;
Nipisquits pools are more black
More green is the bright Oromocto,
And browner the Petitcodiac.
But colours more radiant in autumn
I see when Im casting my hook
In the waves of the Skoodawabskooksis
Or perhaps in the Skoodawabskook.
Let others sing loudly of Saco,
Of Passadumkeag or Mistouche
Of Kennebecasis or Quaco,
Of Miramichi or Buctouche;
Or boast of the Tobique or Mispec,
The Musquash or dark Memramcook.
Theres none like the Skoodawabskooksis
Excepting the Skoodawabskook.
Think not that the Magaguadavic
Or Bocabec please the eye.
Though the Chiputneticook is lovely,
That to either of these we will fly.
No. When in Loves union were plighted
Well build our log house by a brook
Which flows to the Skoodawabskooksis
Where it runs with the Skoodawabskook.
Then never of Waweig or Chamcook
Ill think. Having you in my arms
Well reck not of Dideguash beauties;
Well care not for Pocologans charms.
But as emblems of union forever
Upon two fair rivers well look,
While youll be the Skoodawabskooksis
Ill be the Skoodawabskook.