O I'm very very tire Marie, I wonder if I'm able hol' a gun An' me dat 's alway risin' wit' de sun An' travel on de water, an' paddle ma canoe An' trap de mink an' beaver de fall an' winter t'roo,...
De place I get born, me, is up on de reever Near foot of de rapide dat's call Cheval Blanc Beeg mountain behin' it, so high you can't climb it An' whole place she's mebbe two honder arpent. ...
Dat's very cole an' stormy night on Village St. Mathieu, W'en ev'ry wan he's go couch', an' dog was quiet, too, Young Dominique is start heem out see Emmeline Gourdon,...
The beauty and the life Of life's and beauty's fairest paragon O tears! O grief! hung at a feeble thread To which pale Atropos had set her knife; The soul with many a groan Had left each outward part,...
W'en I was young boy on de farm, dat 's twenty year ago I have wan frien' he 's leev near me, call Jean Bateese Trudeau An offen w'en we are alone, we lak for spik about...
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,...
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...
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,...
My lute, be as thou wert when thou didst grow With thy green mother in some shady grove, When immelodious winds but made thee move, And birds their ramage did on thee bestow....
Two honder year ago, de worl' is purty slow Even folk upon dis contree 's not so smart, Den who is travel roun' an' look out de pleasan' groun' For geev' de Yankee peop' a leetle start?...