The Oxford Book of Canadian Verse
Little Lac GrenierWilliam Henry Drummond (18541907)
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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.
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.
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.
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.
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’.
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!
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!