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William Henry Drummond - Bateese And His Little Decoys
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O I`m very very tire Marie,
     I wonder if I`m able hol` a gun
An` me dat `s alway risin` wit` de sun
An` travel on de water, an` paddle ma canoe
An` trap de mink an` beaver de fall an` winter
     t`roo,
But now I t`ink  dat fun is gone forever.

Wall! I`m mebbe stayin` long enough,
  For eighty-four I see it on de spring;
Dough ma fader he was fellin` purty tough
  An` at ninety year can do mos` ev`ry t`ing,
But I never know de feller, don`t care how ole
     he come,
Dat is n`t sure to t`ink he `s got anoder year,
     ba gum!
Before he lif` de anchor for de las` tam!

It `s not so easy lyin` on de bed,
  An` lissen to de wil` bird on de bay,
Dey know dat poor bateese is nearly dead,
  Or dey would n`t have such good fun ev`ry
     day!
Put ma gun upon de piller near de winder, jus`
     for luck,
Den bring w`ere I can see dem, ma own nice
     leetle duck
So I have some talk wit` dem mese`f dis
     morning.

Ah! dere you `re comin` now! mes beaux
     canards!
   Dat `s very pleasan`day, an` how you feel?
Of course you dunno w`at I want you for,
  Wall! lately I`ve been t`inkin a good deal
Of all de fuss I `m havin` show you w`at you
     ought to do
W`en de cole win` of October de blin` is blow-
     ing t`roo
An` de bluebill `s flyin` up an` down de reever.

O! de bodder I `m havin` wit` you all!
   It `s makin` me feel ole before ma tam!
Stan` over dere upon de right again de wall,
   Ma-dame Lapointe - I`m geevin` you Ma-
     dame
`Cos you walk aroun` de sam` way as ma cousin
     Aurelie
An` lak youse`f she `s havin` de large large
     familee,
Now let us see you don `t forget your lesson!

Qu a-a-ck!  you `re leetle hoarse to-day, don`t
     you t`ink?
   Quack! quack! quack! dat `s right Mam-
     zelle Louise!
You go lak dat, an` quicker dan a wink,
   It `ll ring across de lake along de breeze,
Till de wil` bird dey will lissen up de reever
     far an` near,
An` tole de noder wan too, de musique dey was
     hear
An` dey `ll fly aroun` our head before we know
     it.

Come here, Francois, an` min` you watch
     yourse`f!
   You can `t forget de las` day we was out,
Your breat`dere`s very leetle of it lef`
   An` tole you it was better shut your mout`
W`en you start dat fancy yellin`, for it soun` 
     de sam` to me
Lak de devil he was goin` on de beeges` kin`
     of spree,
Francois!  dat `s not de way for mak`de
     shootin` !

Wan-two-t`ree, -now let  us hear you please,
   It is n`t vey hard job if you try,
Purten` you `re feelin` lonesome lak Louise
   An` want to see de sweetheart bimeby,
Quack! quack! quack!
O! stop dat sreechin`, don `t never spik no
     more
For if anyt`ing, sapree, tonnerre! you`re worser
     dan before,
I wonder w`at you do wit` all your schoolin`!

Come out from onderneat` de bed, Lisette,
   I believe you was de fattes` of de lot;
It `s handy too of course, for you never feel de
     wet,
   An` w`en you lak to try it, O! w`at a voice
     you got!
So let us play it`s blowin` hard, an` duck is up
     de win`
An` you want to reach dem- sure- now we`re
     ready for begin,
Hooraw! an` never min` de noise dat you `re
     makin`.

Quack! quack! quack! quack! O! let me
     tak` de gun
  For I would n`t be astonish w`en Lisette is
     get de start,
Roun`  de house dey `ll come a-flyin`, an` den
     we `ll have de fun!
  Yass, yass, kip up de flappin` , O! ain `t
     she got the heart!
Not many duck can beat her, an` I wish I had
     some more,
Can mak`de song lak dat upon de water!

Dat `s very funny how it ketch de crowd!
  An` now dey `re goin, all de younger wan!
But if you don `t stop singin` out so loud,
  I `m sorry I mus` tole you all begone,
`Cos I want to go to sleep. for I `, very very 
     tire,
An` de shiver `s comin` on me!  so Marie poke
     up de fire
An` mebber I `ll feel better on de morning.
 

De leetle duck may call on de spring tam an` 
     de fall
W`en dey see de wil` bird flyin` on de air
Dey may cry aroun` hees door, but he `ll never
     come no more
For showin` dem de lesson! ole Jean Bateese
     Belair.
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