Gillis Mountain by Rankins
I took a trip up Gillis Mountain
On a sunny summer day
There were ruts in the road,
And the 4 wheel drive
Spun its wheels in the rocks and the clay
Yes it spun its wheels in the rocks and the clay
On our way up Gillis Mountain
On that sunny summer day
There were spruce trees growing on the fields
Where'r forefathers once made hay,
Where our forefathers once made hay,
And oh oh oh, Gillis Mountain
Oh oh oh, Where'r forefathers once made hay
The Gillis's lived on the mountain
For about a hundred years
Where we picked berries, they cleared land
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