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Ole Docteur Fiset Ole Docteur Fiset

Ole Docteur Fiset
Ole Docteur Fiset of Saint Anicet, Sapre tonnerre! he was leev long tam!I'm sure he's got ninety year or so,Beat all on de Parish 'cept Pierre Courteau, An' day affer day he work all de sam'.Dat house on de hill, you can see it still, She's sam' place he buil' de firs' tam' he comeBehin' it dere's one leetle small jardinGot plaintee de bes' tabac Canayen Wit' fameuse apple an' beeg blue plum.An' dey're all right dere, for de small boy's scare No matter de apple look nice an' red,For de small boy know if he's... Poems - Post by : sengchan - Date : October 2011 - Author : William Henry Drummond - Read : 1665

The Habitant's Jubilee Ode The Habitant's Jubilee Ode

The Habitant's Jubilee Ode
I read on de paper mos' ev'ry day, all about JubileeAn' grande procession movin' along, an' passin' across de sea,Dat's chil'ren of Queen Victoriaw comin' from far awayFor tole Madame w'at dey t'ink of her, an' wishin' her bonne sante.An' if any wan want to know pourquoi les Canayens should be dereWit' res' of de worl' for shout "Hooraw" an' t'row hees cap on de air,Purty quick I will tole heem de reason, w'y we feel lak de oder do,For if I'm only poor habitant, I'm not on de sapre fou.Of course w'en we t'ink it de firs' go off, I... Poems - Post by : rkbholding - Date : October 2011 - Author : William Henry Drummond - Read : 2817

'de Snowbird' "de Snowbird"

'de Snowbird'
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'For spen' wit' us de winter tam, mon cher petit oiseau!We alway know you're comin', w'en we hear de firs' beeg storm,A sweepin' from de sky above, an' screamin' as she go--Can tell you're safe inside it, w'ere you're keepin' nice an' warm,But no wan's never see you dere, mon cher petit oiseau!Was it 'way behin' de mountain, dat de nort' win' ketch you sleepin'Mebbe on your leetle nes' too, an' before... Poems - Post by : trebor1000 - Date : October 2011 - Author : William Henry Drummond - Read : 1611

De Stove Pipe Hole De Stove Pipe Hole

De Stove Pipe Hole
Dat's very cole an' stormy night on Village St. Mathieu,W'en ev'ry wan he's go couche, an' dog was quiet, too--Young Dominique is start heem out see Emmeline Gourdon,Was leevin' on her fader's place, Maxime de Forgeron.Poor Dominique he's lak dat girl, an' love her mos' de tam,An' she was mak' de promise--sure--some day she be his famme,But she have worse ole fader dat's never on de worl',Was swear onless he's riche lak diable, no feller's get hees girl.He's mak' it plaintee fuss about hees daughter Emmeline,Dat's mebbe nice girl, too, but den, Mon Dieu, she's not de queen!An' w'en de young... Poems - Post by : Ron_Rea - Date : October 2011 - Author : William Henry Drummond - Read : 3136

De Camp On De 'cheval Gris' De Camp On De "cheval Gris"

De Camp On De 'cheval Gris'
You 'member de ole log-camp, Johnnie, up on de Cheval Gris,W'ere we work so hard all winter, long ago you an' me?Dere was fourteen man on de gang, den, all from our own paroisse,An' only wan lef' dem feller is ourse'f an' Pierre Laframboise.But Pierre can't see on de eye, Johnnie, I t'ink it's no good at all!An' it wasn't for not'ing, you're gettin' rheumateez on de leg las' fall!I t'ink it's no use waitin', for neider can come wit' me,So alone I mak' leetle visit dat camp on de Cheval Gris.An' if only you see it, Johnnie, an' change dere... Poems - Post by : NinaMiller - Date : October 2011 - Author : William Henry Drummond - Read : 3256

When Albani Sang When Albani Sang

When Albani Sang
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,"Antoine, you will come on de city, for hear Ma-dam All-ba-nee?""W'at you mean?" I was sayin' right off, me, "Some woman was mak' de speech,Or girl on de Hooraw Circus, doin' high kick an' screech?""Non--non," he is spikin'--"Excuse me, dat's be Ma-dam... Poems - Post by : Jeremy_Jackson - Date : October 2011 - Author : William Henry Drummond - Read : 2220

M'sieu Smit, The Adventures Of An Englishman In The Canadian Woods. M'sieu Smit, The Adventures Of An Englishman In The Canadian Woods.

M'sieu Smit, The Adventures Of An Englishman In The Canadian Woods.
Wan morning de walkim boss say "Damase, I t'ink you're good man on canoe d'ecorce,So I'll ax you go wit' your frien' Phileas An' meet M'sieu' Smit' on Chenail W'ite Horse."He'll have I am sure de grosse baggage-- Mebbe some valise--mebbe six or t'ree--But if she's too moche for de longue portage 'Poleon he will tak' 'em wit' mail buggee."W'en we reach Chenail, plaintee peep be dere, An' wan frien' of me, call Placide Chretien,'Splain all dat w'en he say man from Angleterre Was spik heem de crowd on de "Parisien."Fonny way dat Englishman he'll be... Poems - Post by : sovmark - Date : October 2011 - Author : William Henry Drummond - Read : 1662

The Grand Seigneur The Grand Seigneur

The Grand Seigneur
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.The robins were singing a roundelay,And the air was sweet with the breath of May,As a horseman rode thro' the forest way,And he was a Grand Seigneur, my dear, He was a grand Seigneur.Lord of the Manor, Count Bellefontaine,Had spurr'd over many a stormy plainWith gallants of France at his bridle... Poems - Post by : eagleye - Date : October 2011 - Author : William Henry Drummond - Read : 755

Ole Tam On Bord-a Plouffe Ole Tam On Bord-a Plouffe

Ole Tam On Bord-a Plouffe
I lak on summer ev'ning, w'en nice cool win' is blowin' An' up above ma head, I hear de pigeon on de roof,To bring ma chair an' sit dere, an' watch de current flowin' Of ole Riviere des Prairies as she pass de Bord-a Plouffe.But it seem dead place for sure now, on shore down by de lan'in'-- No more de voyageurs is sing lak dey was sing alway--De tree dey're commence growin' w'ere shaintee once is stan'in', An' no one scare de swallow w'en she fly across de bay.I don't lak see de reever she's never... Poems - Post by : reservedfunds - Date : October 2011 - Author : William Henry Drummond - Read : 1094

Mon Choual 'castor' Mon Choual "castor"

Mon Choual 'castor'
I'm poor man, me, but I buy las' May Wan horse on de Comp'nie Passengaire,An' auction feller w'at sole heem say She's out of de full-breed "Messengaire."Good trotter stock, also galluppe, But work long tam on de city car,Of course she's purty well break heem up, So come leetle cheap--twenty-wan dollarre.Firs' chance I sen' heem on St. Cesaire, W'ere I t'ink he's have moche better sight,Mebbe de grass an' de contree air Very soon was feex heem up all right.I lef' heem dere till de fall come 'long, An' dat trotter he can't eat... Poems - Post by : Fire_Lady - Date : October 2011 - Author : William Henry Drummond - Read : 3412

The Fox Hunt The Fox Hunt

The Fox Hunt
I'm all bus' up, for a mont' or two, On account of de wife I got, Wit' de fuss an' troublesome t'ing she do, She 's makin' me sick a lot; An' I 'm sorry dat woman was go to school For larnin' de way to read, Her fader an' moder is great beeg fool For geevin' her more she need! 'Cos now it 's a paper ev'ry week, Dollar a year, no less-- Plaintee o' talkin' about musique,... Poems - Post by : Arlene2003 - Date : October 2011 - Author : William Henry Drummond - Read : 1977

Pelang Pelang

Pelang
Pelang! Pelang! Mon cher garcon, I t'ink of you--t'ink of you night and day--Don't mak' no difference, seems to me De long long tam you're gone away. * * * * *De snow is deep on de Grande Montagne-- Lak tonder de rapide roar below--De sam' kin' night, ma boy get los' On beeg, beeg storm forty year ago.An' I never was hear de win' blow hard,... Poems - Post by : jumpstart - Date : October 2011 - Author : William Henry Drummond - Read : 2774

The Wind That Lifts The Fog The Wind That Lifts The Fog

The Wind That Lifts The Fog
Over de sea de schooner boat Star of de Sout' is all afloat, Many a fine brave feesherman Sailin' away for Newfunlan'; Ev'ry feller from St. Malo, Dem is de boy can mak' her go! Tearin' along t'roo storm or gale, Never sparin' an inch of sail-- Down below w'en de night is come, Out wit' de bottle an' t'ink of home, Push it aroun' till bottle 's drain, An' drink no more till we 're home again, "Here 's to de win' dat lif' de fog,... Poems - Post by : jwatson6342 - Date : October 2011 - Author : William Henry Drummond - Read : 2522

De Bell Of St. Michel De Bell Of St. Michel

De Bell Of St. Michel
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',It rise so high 'bove all de noise of dis beeg Yankee town.An' w'en it ring, I t'ink I feel de cool, cool summer breezeDat's blow across Lac Peezagonk, an' play among de trees,Dey're makin' hay, I know mese'f, can smell de pleasant smellO! how I wish I could be dere to-day on Saint Michel!It's fonny t'ing, for me I'm sure, dat's travel ev'ryw'ere,How moche... Poems - Post by : silver7376 - Date : October 2011 - Author : William Henry Drummond - Read : 795

The Riviere Des Prairies The Riviere Des Prairies

The Riviere Des Prairies
I see de many reever on de State an' ev'ryw'ere, From Maine to California, New York to Michigan, An' wan way an' de oder, I tell you I don't care; I travel far upon dem as moche as any man-- But all de t'ousan' reever I was never pass along, For w'at dey call de beauty, from de mountain to de sea, Dere 's wan dat I be t'inkin,' de wan w'ere I belong, Can beat dem all, an' easy, too, de Riviere des Prairies!... Poems - Post by : fitzpatg - Date : October 2011 - Author : William Henry Drummond - Read : 1013

Phil-o-rum Juneau, A Story Of The 'chasse Gallerie' Phil-o-rum Juneau, A Story Of The "chasse Gallerie"

Phil-o-rum Juneau, A Story Of The 'chasse Gallerie'
In the days of the "Old Regime" in Canada, the free life of the woods and prairies proved too tempting for the young men, who frequently deserted civilization for the savage delights of the wilderness. These voyageurs and coureurs de bois seldom returned in the flesh, but on every New Year's Eve, back thro' snowstorm and hurricane--in mid-air--came their spirits in ghostly canoes, to join, for a brief spell, the old folks at home and kiss the girls, on the annual feast of the "Jour de l'an," or New Year's Day. The legend which still survives in French-speaking Canada, is known... Poems - Post by : wfelixb69 - Date : October 2011 - Author : William Henry Drummond - Read : 1585

The Holy Island The Holy Island

The Holy Island
Dey call it de Holy Islan' W'ere de lighthouse stan' alone, Lookin' across w'ere de breaker toss, Over de beeg grey stone; Dey call it de Holy Islan,' For wance, on de day gone by, A holy man from a far-off lan' Is leevin' dere, till he die. Down from de ole, ole people, Scatter upon de shore, De story come of Fader Jerome, De pries' of Salvador Makin' hees leetle house dere, Wit'... Poems - Post by : haristan - Date : October 2011 - Author : William Henry Drummond - Read : 961

Memories Memories

Memories
O spirit of the mountain that speaks to us to-night,Your voice is sad, yet still recalls past visions of delight,When 'mid the grand old Laurentides, old when the earth was new,With flying feet we followed the moose and caribou.And backward rush sweet memories, like fragments of a dream,We hear the dip of paddle blades, the ripple of the stream,The mad, mad rush of frightened wings from brake and covert start,The breathing of the woodland, the throb of nature's heart.Once more beneath our eager feet the forest carpet springs,We march through gloomy valleys the vesper sparrow sings.The little minstrel heeds us... Poems - Post by : boogie - Date : October 2011 - Author : William Henry Drummond - Read : 3514

Keep Out Of The Weeds Keep Out Of The Weeds

Keep Out Of The Weeds
No smarter man you can never know W'en I was a boy, dan Pierre Nadeau, An' quiet he 's too, very seldom talk, But got an eye lak de mountain hawk, See all aroun' heem mos' ev'ryw'ere, An' not many folk is foolin' Pierre. Offen I use to be t'inkin'--me-- How on de worl' it was come to be He know so moche, w'en he never go On college or school, ole Pierre Nadeau, Feesh on de reever de summer t'roo, An' trap on de winter--dat 's all he do.... Poems - Post by : solidbank - Date : October 2011 - Author : William Henry Drummond - Read : 3162

Twins Twins

Twins
I congratulate ye, Francis, And more power to yer wife-- An' from Montreal to Kansas, I could safely bet my life Ye wor proud enough, I hould ye-- Runnin' with the safety pins Whin ould Mrs. Dolan tould ye, "Milia murther! she has twins!" Ye might kill me without warnin'-- Lay me out there on the shelf-- For a sight of ye that mornin', Throwin' bookays at yerself! Faix! ye thought ye had a cinch there,... Poems - Post by : Lecia - Date : October 2011 - Author : William Henry Drummond - Read : 1926