One more...

There ain't no pay beneath the ice and sun
As sweet as rest when a job's well done.
I was born to work up to my grave
But I was not born
To be a slave.

One more round with ice and sun
And let's heave it down
One more round
And let's heave it down.

Papa drove the harvester and
Momma stood guard.
I never heard them huller
'Cause the work was hard.
They were born to work up to their graves
But they were not born
To be worked-out slaves.

One more round
And let's heave it down,
One more round
And let's heave it down.
Brother and sisters know the daily grind,
It was not labour made them lose their minds.
They were born to work up to their graves
But they were not born
To be worked-out slaves.

One more round
and let's heave it down,
One more round
And let's heave it down.

And now I'll tell you my Golden Rule,
I was born to work but I ain't no mule.
I was born to work up to my grave
But I was not born 
To be a slave.

One more round
And let's heave it down,
One more round
And let's heave it down.
The life is fantastic
One more round
The life is fantastic.