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Little Mouse

Get along leetle mouse, kick de snow up    behin' you For it's fine winter road we 're travel to-

Wit' de moon an' de star shinin' up on de sky    dere W'y it 's almos' de sam' as de broad day    light.

De bell roun' your body it 's quick tune dey 're    playin' But your foot 's kippin' tam jus' as steady    can be,

Ah! you dance youse'f crazy if only I let you,

Ma own leetle pony - petite souris.

You 'member w'en firse we be tryin' for broke    you An' Joe Sauvageau bet hees two dollar

He can drive you alone by de bridge on de    reever An' down near de place w'ere dey got de    beeg mill.

An' it 's new cariole too, is come from St.    Felix Jo-seph 's only buyin' it week before,

An' w'en he is passin' de road wit' hees trotter Ev'ry body was stan' on de outside door.

An' dere he sit, sam' he don't care about    not'ing Hees foot on de dashboar', hees han' on de

Ev'ry dog on de place is come out for barkin' An' all de young boy he was runnin' behin' .

Wall! sir,

Joe's put on style leetle soon for    hees pleasure For w'en de mill w'issle, you jomp  lak de

An' nex' t'ing poor Joe is commencin' get    busy,

Non!

I never see fine run-away lak dat.'Way go de pony den -  'way go de cariole,

Poor Joe say  "good-bye" on de foot of de

An' all he can see of de sleigh de nex' morning Is jus' about pay for hees two dollar bill.

Ah!  your right nam' jus' den should be leetle    devil An' not leetle mouse, de sam' you have now.

Wall! dat 's long ago, an' you 're gettin' more    quiet Since tam you was never done kickin' de    row.

But I 'm not very sorry de firse day I see you Settle down on de trot lak your fader he getW'en he beat Sorel Boy on de ice at T'ree    Reever Bes' two on t'ree heat, an' win all de bet.

Your moder she's come off de Lachapelle stock    too Ole Canayen blood from Berthier en

De bes' kin' of horse never look on de halter So it isn't moche wonder you know how to    go.

Dat's church bell we're hearin' off dere on de    hillside Get along leetle mouse, for we mustn't be    late,

Fin' your way t'roo de res' of dem crowdin' de    roadside You 'll never get better chance showin' your    gait.

Wall! church is all over, an' Josephine's comin' For drive wit' us home on her gran'moder 's

So tak' your own tam an' don't be on de hurry Your slowes' gait 's quick enough now, leetle    mouse.

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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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