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Two Hundred Years Ago

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?

I 'll tole you who dey were!  de beeg rough   voyageurs,

W'it deir cousin w'at you call coureurs de bois,

Dat 's fightin' all de tam, an' never care a dam,

An' ev'ry wan dem feller he 's come from   Canadaw                   Baptême!

He 's comin' all de way from Canadaw.

But He watch dem, le bon Dieu, for He's  got   some work to do,

An He won't trus' ev'ry body, no siree!

Only full blood Canadien, lak Marquette an'   Hennepin,

An' w'at you t'ink of Louis Verandrye?

On church of Bonsecours!  makin' ready for   de tour,

See dem down upon de knee, all prayin' dere-Wit' de paddle on de han' ev'ry  good Canad-   ien man,

An' affer dey be finish, hooraw for anyw'ere                       Yass, sir!

Dey 're ready now for goin' anyw'ere.

De nort' win' know dem well, an' de prairie    grass can tell How offen it is trample by the ole tam botte    sauvage-An'grey wolf on hees den kip very quiet, w'en He hear dem boy a' singin' upon de long   portage.

An' de night would fin' dem lie wit' deir faces   on de sky,

An' de breeze would come  an' w' isper on deir   ear 'Bout de wife an' sweetheart dere on Sorel an'   Trois

Dey may never leev' to see anoder year                        Dat 's true,

Dey may never leev' to kiss anoder year.

An' you 'll know de place dey go, from de   canyon down below,

Or de mountain wit' hees nose aboeve de cloud,

De lake among de hill, w'ere de grizzly drink   hees fill Or de rapid on de reever roarin' loud;

Ax de wil' deer if de flash of de ole Tree   Reever

He don't  see it on de woods of

An' de musk ox as he go, w'ere de camp fire   melt de snow,

De smell he still remember of tabac Canadien                            Ha!

Ha!

It 's hard forgettin' smell of tabac Canadien!

So, ma frien' , de Yankee man, he mus' try an'   understan' W'en he holler for dat flag de Star an'   Stripe,

If he 's leetle win' still lef', an' no danger hurt   hese'f,

Den he better geev' anoder cheer, ba cripe!

For de flag of la belle France, dat show de way

From Louisbourg to Florida an' back;

So raise it ev'ryw'ere, lak' de ole tam voy-   ageurs,

W'en you hear of de la Salle an' Cadillac-                                Hooraw!

For de flag of de la Salle an' Cadillac.

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William Henry Drummond

William Henry Drummond (April 13, 1854 – April 6, 1907) was an Irish-born Canadian poet whose humorous dialect poems made him "one of the most p…

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