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The Hill Of San Sebastian

I ought to feel more satisfy an' happy dan  I be,

For better husban' dan ma own, it 's very  hard to fin'An' plaintee woman if dey got such boy an'   girl as me Would never have no troub' at all, an'   not'ing on deir min'But w'ile dey're alway wit' me, an' dough I  love dem all  I can't help t'inkin'  w'en I watch de chil'ren  out at play Of tam I'm jus' lak dat mese'f, an' den de   tear will fall For de hill of St.

Sebastien is very far away!

It seem so pleasan' w'en I come off here ten  year ago An' hardes' work I 'm gettin' den, was never  heavy load,

De roughes' place is smoot' enough, de  quickes' gait is slow For glad I am to foller w'ere Louis lead de

But somet'ing 's comin' over me,

I feel it  more an' more It 's alway pullin' on de heart, an' stronger  ev'ry day,

An' O!

I long to see again de reever an' de   shore W'ere de hill of St.

Sebastien is lookin' on  de bay!

I use to t'ink it 's fine t'ing once, to stan' upon  de door An' see de great beeg medder dere,  stretchin'  far an' wide,

An' smell de pleasan' flower dat grow lak star  on de prairie floor,

An' watch de spotted antelope was feedin'   ev'ry side,

How did we gain it, man an' wife, dis lan' was  no man 's lan'?

By rifle, an' harrow an' plow, shovel an'   spade an'

De blessin' of good God up above, an' work of  our own strong han' Till it stan' on de middle, our leetle nes',  w'ere de wheat an' cornfiel' grow.

An' soon de chil'ren fill de house, wit' musique  all day long,

De sam' ma moder use to sing on de cradle  over me,

I'm almos' sorry it 's be my fault dey learn  dem ole tam song W'at good is it tak' me off lak dat back on  ma own countree?

Till de reever once more I see again, an' lissen  it 's current flow An' dere's Hercule de ferry man cmoin'  across de bay!

Wat' s use of foolin' me lak dat? for surely I  mus' know de hill of St.

Sebastien is very far away!

W'en Louis ketch me dat summer night  watchin' de sky above,

Seein' de mountain an' de lake, wit' small  boat sailin' roun'He kiss me an' say - "Toinette,

I'm glad dis  prairie lan' you love For travel de far you can, ma belle, it 's  fine 's on top de groun'!"Jus' w'en I 'm lookin' dat beeg cloud too,  standin' dere lak a wall!

Sam' as de hill I know so well, home on ma  own countree.

Good job I was cryin' quiet den, an' Louis  can't hear at all But I kiss de poor feller an' laugh, an' never  say not'ing—me.

W'at can you do wit' man lak dat, an' w'y am  I bodder so?

De firse t'ing he might fin' it out, den hees  heart will feel it

An' if he say "Come home Toinette," I 'm  sure I mus' answer "No",

For if I 'm seein' dat place again,

I never  return no more!

So let de heart break—I don't care,

I won't  say not'ing—me— I'll mak' dat promise on mese'f, an' kip it    night an'

But O!

Mon Dieu!  how glad, how glad, an'   happy I could be If de hill of St.

Sebastien was not so far  away!

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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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