Reesor Crossing Tragedy Video (MV)

Just a little bit west of Kapuskasing,|Reesor Crossing, that's the name.|Farmers hauled, from out of the bushland,|pulpwood for the mill-bound train.||Twenty farmers met that night,|to guard their pulp from a union strike,|unaware this night would see a reesor crossing tragedy, |the Reesor Crossing Tragedy.||'You'll never load that pile of lumber',|said the Union men, when they came.|Though they numbered about five hundred, |the twenty farmers took rifle aim.||'We've got to get our pulpwood out, |before the muskeg frost comes out'.|'And may God help us all to see, |no Reesor Crossing Tragedy'.||'You'll never touch this pile of lumber',|but they came, and tragically,|three men died, that february, |in the year of '63||Eight more wounded, some beat up|tires slashed on the lumber trucks.|A night of death, and destiny -|the Reesor Crossing Tragedy.||'You'll never touch this pile of lumber',|seven words that spelled out pain.|For the widows and their children, |and their men who died in vain.||How can anyone forget, |the bloodiest labour battle yet, |in all Canadian history?|The Reesor Crossing tragedy. ||Just a little bit west of Kapuskasing,|they erected a sculpture beside the tracks,|of the bushman and his family,|who live their lives behind the axe.||It reminds us in the North,|not to bring out tempers forth,|that there may never elsewhere be|no Reesor Crossing Tragedy.|