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My Little Cabane

I'm sittin' to-night on maleetle ca-   bane, more happier dan de king,

An' ev'ry corner 's singin' out wit'   musique de ole stove singI hear de cry of de winter win',  for de storm-   gate 's open

But I don't care not'ing for win'or storm, so   long I was safe inside.

Viens 'ci, mon chien, put your head on dere,   let your nose res' on ma knee-You 'member de tam we chase de moose back   on de Lac

An'  de snow come down an' we los' ourse'f   till mornin' is bring de light,

You t'ink we got place to sleep, mon chien,   lak de place we got here

Onder de roof of de leetle cabane, w'ere fire   she's blazin'

An' bed I mak' of de spruce tree branch, is lie   on de floor close by,

O!

I lak de smell of dat nice fresh bed, an' I   dream of de summer

An' de spot w'ere de beeg trout jomp so   moche down by de lumber dam.

But lissen dat win', how she scream outside,   mak me t'ink of de loup garou,

W'y to-night, mon chien,

I be feelin' glad if   even de

Don't ketch  hese'f on de trap I set to-day on   de Lac

Let heem wait tili to-morrow, an' den if he   lak,

I geev heem good chance, sapree!

I see beeg cloud w'en I'm out to-day, off on   de nor'-eas' sky,

An' she block de road, so de cloud behin',   don't get a chance passin' by,

An' I t'ink of boom on de grande riviere, w'en   log 's fillin' up de bay,

Wall! sam' as de boom on de spring-tam   flood, dat cloud she was sweep away.

Dem log 's very nice an' quiet, so long as de   boom 's all right,

But soon as de boom geev way, l'enfant! it's   den is begin de fight.

Dey run de rapide, an' jomp de rock', dey leap  on de air an' dive,

Can hear dem roar from de reever shore, jus'   lak dey was all alive.

An' dat was de way wit' de cloud to-day, de   res' of dem push aside,

For dey 're comin' fas' from de cole nor'-eas'   an' away t'roo  de sky dey

Shakin' de snow as along dey go, lak grain   from de farmer's  han'Till to-morrow you can't see not'ing at all, but   smoke of de leetle cabane.

I'm glad we don't got no chimley, only hole   on de roof up dere,

An'spark fly off on w'ole of de worl', so dere 's   no use gettin' scare,

Mus' get more log! an' it's lucky too, de wood   pile is stannin'

So blow away storm, for harder you go, de   warmer she's comin' here-I wonder how dey get on, mon chien, off on de   great beeg town,

W'ere house is so high, near touch de sky,   mus' be danger of fallin' down.

An' worser too on de night lak dis, ketchin'   dat terrible win',

O! leetle small place lak de ole cabane was de   right place for stayin' in.

I s'pose dey got plaintee bodder too, dem   feller dat's be riche man,

For dey 're never knowin' w'en  t'ief  may come   an' steal all de t'ing he

An' de monee was kip dem busy too, watchin'   it night an' day,

Dunno but we're better off here, mon chien,   wit' beeg city far away.

For I look on de corner over dere, an' see it   ma birch canoe,

I look on de wall w'ere ma rifle hang along wit'   de good snowshoe,

An' ev'ry  t'ing else on de worl' I got, safe on   dis place near me.

An' here you are too, ma brave ole dog, wit'   your nose up agen ma knee.

An' here we be stay t'roo de summer day,   w'en ev'ry  t'ing 's warm an'

On winter too w'en de stormy win' blow lak   she blow

Let dem stay on de city, on great beeg house,   dem feller dat 's be riche

For we're happy an' satisfy here, mon chien,   on our own leetle small cabane.

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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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