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William Henry Drummond - Dreams
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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.
 
Bord á Plouffe, Bord á Plouffe,
W`at do I hear w`en i dream of you?
Too many t`ing for sleepin` well!
De song of de ole tam cariole bell,
De voice of dat girl from Sainte Angèle
(I geev` her a ring was mark "fidèle")
          Dat `s what I hear.

Bord á Plouffe, Bord á Plouffe,
W`at do I smoke w`en I dream of you?
Havana cigar from across de sea,
An` get dem for not`ing too? No siree!
Dere `s only wan kin` of tabac for me.
An` it grow on de Rivière des Prairies-
          Dat `s what I smoke.

Bord á Plouffe, Bord á Plouffe,
How go I feel w`en I t`ink of you?
Sick, sick for the ole place way back dere-
An` to sleep on ma own leetle room upstair
W`ere de ghos` on de chimley mak` me scare
I `d geev` more monee dan I can spare-
          Dat `s how I feel.

Bord á Plouffe, Bord á Plouffe,
W`at will I do w`en I `m back wit` you?
I `ll buy de farm of Bonhomme Martel,
Long tam he `s been waitin` a chance to sell,
Den pass de nex`  morning on Sainte Angèle,
An` if she `s not marry -dat girl-  very well,
          Dat `s w`at I `ll do.
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