Come all ye true-born shanty boys, wherever you may be
I'll have you pay attention and listen unto me
Concernin' those brave shanty boys who did agree to go
To break the jam at Gerry's Rocks, with foreman John Monroe

Now 'twas on a Sunday mornin', in the springtime of the year
Our logs was piled up mountains high, and we could not keep 'em clear
And the foreman cries, "Heave out, me boys, with hearts that have no fear
For to break the jam at Gerry's Rocks, for Signal Town we'll steer"

Well now, some of them was willin' enough, but others they hung back
For to work upon a Sunday morn' they did not think was right
But six of our brave New Brunswick boys did volunteer to go
For to break the jam at Gerry's Rocks, with foreman John Monroe

Now they had not pulled off many a log when the foreman he did say
"I'll have ye be on guard, me boys, the jam will soon give way"
And scarce the warnin' had been spoke, when the jam did break and go
And it carried away the six brave boys and foreman John Monroe

So we pulled 'em to the riverside, and we gently lay them there
There was one sad maid among us all whose cries did rend the air
And 'twas none but Anna Denison, the girl from Signal Town
Come out runnin' to the riverside, to find her true love drowned

Now if you're ever down that way, I'll have you stop and see
Two green graves by the riverside where grows a hemlock tree
And the shanty boys carved in the tree where these two lovers lie low
Here lies Miss Anna Denison and her true lover, John Monroe