The Habitants Summer
O, who can blame de winter, never min' de hard he 's blowin' 'Cos w'en de tam is comin' for passin' on hees roun' De firse t'ing he was doin' is start de sky a snowin' An' mak' de nice w'ite blanket, for cover up de groun'
An' de groun' she g...
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