New doth the sun appear, The mountains' snows decay, Crown'd with frail flowers forth comes the baby year. My soul, time posts away; And thou yet in that frost Which flower and fruit hath lost,...
Go 'way, go 'way, don't ring no more, ole bell of Saint Michel, For if you do, I can't stay here, you know dat very well, No matter how I close ma ear, I can't shut out de soun',...
O leetle bird dat's come to us w'en stormy win' she's blowin', An' ev'ry fiel' an' mountain top is cover wit' de snow, How far from home you're flyin', noboddy's never knowin'...
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,...
De cloud is hide de moon, but dere's plain-tee light above, Steady Johnnie, steady,kip your head down low, Move de paddle leetle quicker, an' de ole canoe we'll shove T'roo de water nice an' quiet...
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:...
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. ...
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...
I know very well t'was purty hard case If dere 's not on de worl' some beeger place Dan village of Cote St. Paul, But we got mebbe sixty-five house or more Wit' de blacksmit' shop an' two fine store...
W'at's all dem bell a ringin' for, a can hear dem ev'ry w'ere? W'at's bring de peop' togeder on de w'arf at Trois Rivieres, Dat happy crowd is look so glad, w'y are dey comin' dere?...
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....
Was workin' away on de farm dere, wan morning not long ago, Feexin' de fence for winter, 'cos dat's w'ere we got de snow! W'en Jeremie Plouffe, ma neighbor, come over an' spik wit' me,...