William Henry Drummond (1854–1907)

(Gren-Yay)

LEETLE Lac Grenier, she ’s all alone,

Right on de mountain top,

But cloud sweepin’ by, will fin’ tam to stop

No matter how quickly he want to go,

So he’ll kiss leetle Grenier down below.

Leetle Lac Grenier, she ’s all alone,

Up on de mountain high;

But she never feel lonesome, ’cos for w’y?

So soon as de winter was gone away

De bird come an’ sing to her ev’ry day.

Leetle Lac Grenier, she ’s all alone,

Back on de mountain dere,

But de pine-tree an’ spruce stan’ ev’rywhere

Along by de shore, an’ mak’ her warm,

For dey kip off de win’ an’ de winter storm.

Leetle Lac Grenier, she ’s all alone,

No broder, no sister near,

But de swallow will fly, an’ de beeg moose deer,

An’ caribou too, will go long way

To drink de sweet water of Lac Grenier.

Leetle Lac Grenier, I see you now,

Onder de roof of Spring;

Ma canoe ’s afloat, an’ de robin sing,

De lily ’s beginnin’ her summer dress,

An’ trout ’s wakin’ up from hees long long res’.

Leetle Lac Grenier, I’m happy now,

Out on de ole canoe,

For I’m all alone, ma chère, wit’ you,

An’ if only a nice light rod I had

I’d try dat fish near de lily pad!

Leetle Lac Grenier, oh! let me go.

Don’t spik no more,

For your voice is strong lak de rapid’s roar,

An’ you know you’se’f I’m too far away

For visit you now—leetle Lac Grenier!