The Red Canoe

De win' is sleepin' in de pine, but O! de   night is black!

An' all day long de loon bird cry on Lac Waya-   gamack-No light is shinin' by de shore for helpin' steer   heem t'rooW'en out upon de night,

Ubalde he tak' de   red canoe.

I hear de paddle dip, dip, dip! wance more I   hear de loon-I feel de breeze was show de way for storm   dat 's comin' soon,

An' den de sky fly open wit' de lightning   splittin' t'roo-An' 'way beyon' de point I see de leetle red   canoe.

It 's dark again, but lissen how across Waya-

De tonder 's roarin' loud,  an' now de mount-   ains answer back-I wonder wit' de noise lak dat, he hear me, le   bon DieuW'en on ma knee I ax Heem save de leetle red   canoe!

Is dat a voice, so far away, it die upon ma hear?

Or only win' was foolin' me, an' w'isperin'   "Belzemire?"Yaas, yaas,

Ubalde, your Belzemire she 's   prayin' hard for you-An' den again de lightning come, but w'ere 's   de red canoe?

Dey say I 'm mad, dem foolish folk, cos w'en   de night is

An' w'en de wave lak snow-dreef come on Lac   WayagamackI tak' de place w'ere long ago we use to sit, us   two,

An' wait until de lightning bring de leetle red   canoe.