He was born, in ol' New Brunswick; In the early part of May Nineteen-O-nine. Six years old, he played the fiddle, At the barn dance on the old York County line. Every year, Don got better; He dreamed about that fortune down the track; Then he came down, to Saint John city, Where he formed the Old New Brunswick Lumberjacks. Don Messer played rings around the mountain; He played reels, all across the plain; He played all, that kind of music, That has made the country proud to say his name. Soon his band, would have a singer; Charlie Chamberlain would join the Messer fleet, And travel to, Prince Edward Island, To play on radio for twelve bucks everyweek On the air, right after supper; Commencing in the year of thirty-nine; The man would say, "It's Old Don Messer, and the Islanders form down the Maritime" Don Messer played rings around the mountain; He played reels, all across the plain; He played all, that kind of music, That has made the country proud to say his name. Coast to coast, with Don and Charlie; Duke Neilsen and Ray Simmons played it up. Warren MacRae, with Cec McEachern; Now the Islanders went touring to the top. How Charlie sang, with Margaret Osburne, And Waldo made the old piano twang; For the Queen, they played in concert, And it was magic how Don Messer's fiddle rang. Don Messer played rings around the mountain; He played reels, all across the plain; He played all, that kind of music, That has made the country proud to say his name. Seventeen years, on television; From nineteen-fifty-six to seventy-three, Don Messer made, his mark forever; The fiddling king of country music history. Throughout the world, it's undisputed; Don Messer and The Islanders were tops, And away down east, beside the ocean, The kind of music they began will never stop. Don Messer played rings around the mountain; He played reels, all across the plain; He played all, that kind of music, That has made the country proud to say his name, He has made the country proud to say his name.