O Ma ole canoe! w'at's matter wit' you, an' w'y was you be so slow? Don 't I work hard enough on de paddle, an' still you don 't seem to go, No win' at all on de fronte side, an' current she don 't be strong,...
The last and greatest Herald of Heaven's King, Girt with rough skins, hies to the deserts wild, Among that savage brood the woods forth bring, Which he than man more harmless found and mild....
That zephyr every year So soon was heard to sigh in forests here, It was for her: that wrapp'd in gowns of green Meads were so early seen, That in the saddest months oft sung the merles,...
Sweet Spring, thou turn'st with all thy goodly train, Thy head with flames, thy mantle bright with flow'rs: The zephyrs curl the green locks of the plain, The clouds for joy in pearls weep down their show'rs....
Alexis, here she stay'd; among these pines, Sweet hermitress, she did alone repair; Here did she spread the treasure of her hair, More rich than that brought from the Colchian mines....
O I was thine, and thou wert mine, and ours the boundless plain, Where the winds of the North, my gallant steed, ruffled thy tawny mane, But the summons hath come with roll of drum, and bugles ringing shrill,...
Phoebus, arise! And paint the sable skies With azure, white, and red: Rouse Memnon's mother from her Tithon's bed That she may thy career with roses spread: The nightingales thy coming each-where sing:...
I s'pose mos'ev'ry body t'ink hees job's about de hardes' From de boss man on de Guvernement to poor man on de town From de cur' to de lawyer, an' de farmer to de school boy...
Mos' ev'ryman lak de robin An' it's pleasan' for hear heem sing, Affer de winter 's over An' it 's comin' anoder spring. De snow 's hardly off de mountain An' it's cole too among de pine...
De corduroy road go bompety bomp, De corduroy road go jompety jomp, An' he' s takin'beeg chances upset hees load De horse dat 'll trot on de corduroy road. ...
Dere's no voyageur on de reever never run hees canoe d'ecorce T'roo de roar an' de rush of de rapide, w'ere it jump lak a beeg w'ite horse, Dere's no hunter man on de prairie, never wear w'at you call racquette...
Here's to you, Uncle Kruger! slaint'! an' slaint' galore. You 're a dacint ould man, begorra; never mind if you are a Boer. So with heart an' a half ma boucahl, we 'll drink to your health to-night...
To the hut of the peasant, or lordly hall, To the heart of the king, or humblest thrall, Sooner or late, love comes to all, And it came to the Grand Seigneur, my dear, It came to the Grand Seigneur. ...
I read on de paper mos' ev'ry day, all about Jubilee An' grande procession movin' along, an' passin' across de sea, Dat's chil'ren of Queen Victoriaw comin' from far away...
O, who can blame de winter, never min' de hard he 's blowin' 'Cos w'en de tam is comin' for passin' on hees roun' De firse t'ing he was doin' is start de sky a snowin'...
I ought to feel more satisfy an' happy dan I be, For better husban' dan ma own, it 's very hard to fin' An' plaintee woman if dey got such boy an' girl as me...
Dere 'a s beeg jam up de reever, w'ere rapide is runnin' fas', An' de log we cut las' winter is takin' it all de room; So boss of de gang is swearin', for not'ing at all can pass...
Is it only twelve mont' I play de fool, You're sure it 'scorrec' , ma dear? I 'm glad for hearin' you spik dat way For I t'ink it was twenty year, Since leffin' de leetle ole house below,...