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William Henry Drummond - The Habitants Summer
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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 go a`sleepin` t`roo all de 
     stormy season,
  Restin` from her work las` summer, till she `s
     waken by the rain
Dat le bon Dieu sen` some morning, an` of
     course dat `s be de reason
  Ev`ry year de groun` she `s lookin` jus` as
     fresh an` young again.

Den you geev her leetle sunshine, w`en de snow
     go off an` leave her
  Let de sout` win` blow upon her, an` you see
     beeg changes now
Wit` de steam arisin` from her jus` de sam` she
     got de fever,
  An` not many day is passin` w`en she `s 
     ready for de plow.

We don`t bodder wit` no spring-tam w`ere de
     rain she `s alway fallin` ,
  Two, t`ree mont` , or mebbe longer, on de
     place beyon` de sea,
W`ere some bird  he `s nam` de cuckoo, spen`
     de mos` hees tam a-callin`
  But for fear he wet hees fedder, hide away
     upon de tree.

On de swamp beside de reever, mebbe jus`
     about de fly-tam
  W`ere it `s very hard to see heem, we hear
     de wo-wa-raw,
Dat `s w`at you call de bull-frog, singin` 
     "more rum", all de night-tam.
  He `s only kin` of cuckoo we got on Cana-
     daw

No, we have n`t got dat feller, but we got some
     bird can beat heem,
  An` we hear dem, an` we see dem, jus` so
     soon de winter go,
So never min` de cuckoo for we `re not afraid
      to meet heem,
  W`enever he was ready, wit` our own petits
     oiseaux.

An` dey almos` come togeder, lak de spring
     an` summer wedder,
  Blue-bird wan day, pie-blanche nex` day,
     geevin` out deir leetle note,
Affer dat we see de robin` , an` de gouglou on
     de medder,
  Den le roi, de red bird `s comin` , dressim on
     hees sojer coat.

W `en de grosbec on de pine tree, wak` you
     early wit` hees singin` ,
  W`en you lissen to de pa`tridge a-beatin`on
     hees drum,
W`en de w`ole place roun` about you wit`
     musique is a-ringin` ,
  Den you know de winter `s over, an` de
     summer day is come.

See de apple blossom showin` , see de clover
     how it `s growin` 
  Watch de trout, an` way dey `re playin` on
     de reever down below,
Ah! de cunning leetle feller, easy see how well
     dey `re knowin` 
  We `re too busy now for ketch dem an` dat `s
     w`y dey `re jompin` so.

For de mos` fine summer season don`t las` too
     long, an` we know it,
  So we `re workin` ev`rybody, w`ile de sun is
     warm and clear,
Dat `s de tam for plant de barley, an` de injun
     corn we sow it,
  W`en de leaf upon de maple `s jus` de size
     of squirrel`s ear.

`Noder job is feexin` fences, if we don `t be lak
     de las` year,
  W`en de Durham bull he `s pullin` nearly all
     de fence away,
An` dat sapree champion taureau let de cattle
     out de pasture
  So dey `re playin` on de devil wit` de oat
     an` wit` de hay.

Yass, de farmer `s offen worry, an` it some-
     tam mak` heem snappy,
  For no sooner wan job`s finish, dan he got
     two t`ousan` more,
But he `s glad for see de summer, w`en all de
     worl` she `s happy,
  An` ev`ryt`ing  aroun` heem was leevin` out
     o`door.

Now de ole sheep `s takin` young wan up de 
     hillside, an` dey feed dem
  W`ere de nice short grass is growin` sweeter
     dan it grow below,
Ev`ry morning off dey`re goin` an` it `s
     pleasan` t`ing to see dem
  Lookin` jus` lak leetle snow-ball all along de
     green coteau.

Dere `s de hen too, wit` her chicken, O how
     moche dey mak` her bodder
  Watchin` dem mos` ev`ry minute, fearin` dey
     was go astray
But w`en mountain hawk  he `s comin` den
     how quick dey fin` de moder
  An` get onderneat` her fedder till de dan-
     ger `s pass away.

An` jus` see de turkey gobbler, an` lissen` to
     heem talkin` 
  No wonder he `s half crazee, an` spikin` out
     so loud,
W`en you meet heem on de roadside wit` hees 
     wife an` chil`ren walkin`,
  It `s kipin` heem so busy lookin` affer such
     a crowd.

Dat `s about de way we `re leevin` , dat `s a 
     few t`ing we `re seein` ,
  W`en de nice warm summer sun is shinin` 
     down on Canadaw,
An` no matter w`at I`m hearin` , still I never
     feel lak bein` 
  No oder stranger feller, me, but only habi-
     tant.

For dere `s no place lak our own place, don`t
     care de far you `re goin` 
  Dat `s w`at de whole worl`s sayin`, w`enever
     dey come here,
`Cos we got de fines` contree, an` de beeges`
     reever flowin`
  An` le bon Dieu sen` de sunshine nearly
     twelve mont` ev`ry year.
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