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William Henry Drummond - Little Bateese
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YOU bad leetle boy, not moche you care
How busy you`re kipin` your poor gran`-
pere
Tryin to stop you ev`ry day
Chasin` de hen aroun` de hay—
W`y don`t you geev` dem a chance to lay?
                                              Leetle Bateese!

Off on de fiel` you foller de plough
Den w`en you`re tire you scare de cow
Sickin` de dog till dey jomp de wall
So de milk ain`t good for not`ing at all—
An` you`re only five an` a half dis fall,
                                              Leetle Bateese!

Too sleepy for sayin` de prayer to-night?
Never min` I s`pose it`ll be all right
Say dem to-morrow—ah! dere he go!
Fas` asleep in a minute or so—
An` he`ll stay lak dat till de rooster crow,
                                              Leetle Bateese!

Den wake us up right away toute suite
Lookin` for somet`ing more to eat,
Makin` me t`ink of dem long again,
I wonder your stomach don`t get no pain,
                                              Leetle Bateese!

But see heem now lyin` dere in bed,
Look at de arm onderneat` hees head;
If he grow lak dat till he`s twenty year
I bet he`ll be stronger dan Louis Cyr
An` beat all de voyageurs leevin` here,
                                               Leetle Bateese!

Jus` feel de muscle along hees back,
Won`t geev` heem moche bodder for carry pack
On de long portage, any size canoe,
Dere`s not many t`ing dat boy won`t do
For he`s got double-joint on hees body too,
                                               Leetle Bateese!

But leetle Bateese! please don`t forget
We rader you`re stayin` de small boy yet,
So chase de chicken an` mak` dem scare
An` do w`at you lak wit` your ole gran`pere
For w`en you`re beeg feller he won`t be dere—
                                                Leetle Bateese!
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