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William Henry Drummond - Little Mouse
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	Get along leetle mouse, kick de snow up
	    behin` you
	 For it`s fine winter road we `re travel to-
	    night
	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 bill
	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
	    line
	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
	    cat
	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
	    hill
	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 get
	W`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 haut
	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
	    house
	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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