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Johnnie Courteau

Johnnie Courteau of de mountain

Johnnie Courteau of de hill

Dat was de boy can shoot de gun

Dat was de boy can jomp an' run

An'it's not very often you ketch heem still

Johnnie Courteau !

Ax dem along de reever

Ax dem along de shore

by William Henry Drummond

Johnnie's First Moose

De cloud is hide de moon, but dere's plain-

tee light above,

Steady Johnnie, steady—kip your head down

low,

Move de paddle leetle quicker, an' de ole canoe

we'll shove

T'roo de water nice an' quiet

For de place we're goin' try it

by William Henry Drummond

Autumn Days

In dreams of the night I hear the call

Of wild duck scudding across the lake,

In dreams I see the old convent wall,

Where Ottawa's waters surge and break.

But Hercule awakes me ere the sun

Has painted the eastern skies with gold.

Hercule! true knight of the rod and gun

As ever lived in the days of old.

by William Henry Drummond

De Nice Leetle Canadienne

You can pass on de worl' w'erever you lak,

Tak' de steamboat for go Angleterre,

Tak' car on de State, an' den you come back,

An' go all de place, I don't care—

Ma frien' dat 's a fack, I know you will say,

W'en you come on dis contree again,

Dere 's no girl can touch, w'at we see ev'ry day,

De nice leetle Canadienne.

by William Henry Drummond

The Rose Delima

You can sew heem up in a canvas sack,

An' t'row heem over boar'

You can wait till de ship she 's comin' back

Den bury heem on de shore

For dead man w'en he 's dead for sure,

Ain't good for not'ing at all

An' he 'll stay on de place you put heem

Till he hear dat bugle call

by William Henry Drummond

Donal Campbell

DONAL' CAMPBELL

—Donal' Bane—

sailed away across the

ocean

With the tartans of Clan

Gordon, to the Indies'

distant shore,

But on Dargai's lonely hill-

by William Henry Drummond

Child Thoughts

WRITTEN TO COMMEMORATE THE ANNIVER-

SARY OF MY BROTHER TOM 'S BIRTHDAY

O memory, take my hand to-day

And lead me thro' the darkened bridge

Washed by the wild Atlantic spray

And spanning many a wind-swept ridge

Of sorrow, grief, of love and joy,

Of youthful hopes and manly fears!

by William Henry Drummond

Little Bateese

YOU bad leetle boy, not moche you care

How busy you're kipin' your poor gran'-

pere

Tryin to stop you ev'ry day

Chasin' de hen aroun' de hay—

W'y don't you geev' dem a chance to lay?

Leetle Bateese!

Off on de fiel' you foller de plough

by William Henry Drummond

The Cure Of Calumette

Dere's no voyageur on de reever never

run hees canoe d'ecorce

T'roo de roar an' de rush of de rapide, w'ere it

jump lak a beeg w'ite horse,

Dere's no hunter man on de prairie, never

wear w'at you call racquette

Can beat leetle Fader O'Hara, de Curé of

Calumette.

by William Henry Drummond

Dreams

BORD á Plouffe, Bord á Plouffe,

W'at do I see w'en I dream of you?

A shore w'ere de water is racin' by,

A small boy lookin', an' wonderin' w'y

He can't get fedder for goin' fly

Lak de hawk makin' ring on de summer sky.

Dat 's w'at I see.

by William Henry Drummond

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' .

by William Henry Drummond

Bateese The Lucky Man

He's alway ketchin' doré, an'he 's alway

ketchin' trout

On de place w'ere no wan else can ketch at all

He 's alway ketchin' barbotte, dat 's w'at you

call bull-pout,

An' he never miss de wil' duck on de fall.

O! de pa'tridge do some skippin' w'en she see

heem on de swamp

by William Henry Drummond