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National Policy

Oor fader lef' ole France behin', dat's     many year ago,

An' how we get along since den, wall! ev'ry     body know,

Few t'ousan' firse class familee was only come     dat tam,

An' now we got pure Canayens; t'ee million     peop' bedamme!

Dat's purty smart beez-neese,

I t'ink we done     on Canadaw,

An' we don't mak' no grande hooraw, but do     it

So if we're braggin' now an' den, we mus' be     excuzay,

For no wan's never see before de record bus'     dat way.

An' w'y should we be feel ashame, 'cos we     have boy an' girl?

No matter who was come along, we'll match     agen de worl';

Wit plaintee boy lak w'at we got no danger     be afraid,

An' all de girl she look too nice for never come     ole maid.

If we have only small cor-nere de sam' we     have beforeW'en ole Champlain an' Jacques Cartier firse     jomp upon de

Dere's no use hurry den at all, but now you     understan'We got to whoop it up, ba gosh! for occupy     de lan'!

W'at's use de million acre, w'at's use de belle     riviere,

An' t'ing lak dat if we don't have somebody     leevin' dere?

W'at's mak' de worl' look out for us, an' kip     de nation

Unless we're raison' all de tam some fine large     familee?

Don't seem long we buil' dat road,

Chemin     de Pacifique,

Tak' honder dollar pass on dere, an' nearly two     t'ree week,

Den look dat place it freeze so hard, on w'at     you call Klon-dak,

Wall! if we have to fill dem up, we got some     large contrac'!

Of course we're not doin' bad jus' now; so     ev'rybody say,

But we dunno de half we got on Canadaw to-     day,

An' still she's comin' beeger, an' never mak'     no fuss,

So if we don't look out, firse t'ing, she'll get     ahead of us.

De more I t'ink, de more I'm scare, de way     she grow so fas',

An' worse of all it's hard to say how long de     boom'll las' But if she don't go slower an' ease up leetle    bit,

Bimeby de Canayens will be some dead bird on     de pit.

Den ev'ry body hip hooraw! an' sen' de

Along de reever, t'roo de wood, an' on de     grande prairie,

Dat's only way I'm t'inkin arrange de w'ole

An' mebbe affer wíle dere won't be too moche     lan' for spare.

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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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