My thoughts hold mortal strife; I do detest my life, And with lamenting cries Peace to my soul to bring Oft call that prince which here doth monarchize: But he, grim grinning King,...
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,...
He's alway ketchin' dor', an'he 's alway ketchin' trout On de place w'ere no wan else can ketch at all He 's alway ketchin' barbotte, dat 's w'at you call bull-pout, An' he never miss de wil' duck on de fall....
You can pass on de worl' w'erever you lak, Tak' de steamboat for go Angleterre, Tak' car on de State, an' den you come back, An' go all de place, I don't care, Ma frien' dat 's a fack, I know you will say,...
Leetle Lac Grenier, she 's all alone, Right on de mountain top, But cloud sweepin' by, will fin' tam to stop No matter how quickly he want to go, So he'll kiss leetle Grenier down below. ...
Venez ici, mon cher ami, an' sit down by me'so An' I will tole you story of old tam long ago' W'en ev'ryt'ing is happy'w'en all de bird is sing An' me!'I'm young an' strong lak moose an' not afraid no t'ing....
YOU bad leetle boy, not moche you care How busy you're kipin' your poor gran'-pere Tryin to stop you ev'ry day Chasin' de hen aroun' de hay, W'y don't you geev' dem a chance to lay? Leetle Bateese!...
Get along leetle mouse, kick de snow up behin' you For it's fine winter road we 're travelto- night Wit' de moon an' de star shinin' up on de sky dere W'y it 's almos' de sam' as de broad day light....
Dis was de story of boy an' girl Dat 's love each oder above de worl' But it 's not easy job for mak' l'amour W'en de girl she 's riche an' de boy he 's poor All de sam' he don't worry an' she don't cry,...
Victoriaw: she have beeg war, E-gyp's de nam' de place, An' neeger peep dat's leev 'im dere, got very black de face, An' so she's write Joseph Mercier, he's stop on Trois Rivieres,...
I'm sittin' to-night on maleetle ca-bane, more happier dan de king, An' ev'ry corner 's singin' out wit' musique de ole stove sing I hear de cry of de winter win', for de storm- gate 's open wide...
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:...
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...
This Life, which seems so fair, Is like a bubble blown up in the air By sporting children's breath, Who chase it everywhere And strive who can most motion it bequeath....
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....