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William Henry Drummond - My Little Cabane
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I`m sittin` to-night on maleetle ca-
   bane, more happier dan de king,
An` ev`ry corner `s singin` out wit`
   musique de ole stove sing
I hear de cry of de winter win`,  for de storm-
   gate `s open wide
But I don`t care not`ing for win`or storm, so
   long I was safe inside.

Viens `ci, mon chien, put your head on dere,
   let your nose res` on ma knee-
You `member de tam we chase de moose back
   on de Lac Souris
An`  de snow come down an` we los` ourse`f
   till mornin` is bring de light,
You t`ink we got place to sleep, mon chien,
   lak de place we got here to-night

Onder de roof of de leetle cabane, w`ere fire
   she`s blazin` high
An` bed I mak` of de spruce tree branch, is lie
   on de floor close by,
O! I lak de smell of dat nice fresh bed, an` I
   dream of de summer tam
An` de spot w`ere de beeg trout jomp so
   moche down by de lumber dam.

But lissen dat win`, how she scream outside,
   mak me t`ink of de loup garou,
W`y to-night, mon chien, I be feelin` glad if
   even de carcajou
Don`t ketch  hese`f on de trap I set to-day on
   de Lac Souris
Let heem wait tili to-morrow, an` den if he
   lak, I geev heem good chance, sapree!

I see beeg cloud w`en I`m out to-day, off on
   de nor`-eas` sky,
An` she block de road, so de cloud behin`,
   don`t get a chance passin` by,
An` I t`ink of boom on de grande riviere, w`en
   log `s fillin` up de bay,
Wall! sam` as de boom on de spring-tam
   flood, dat cloud she was sweep away.

Dem log `s very nice an` quiet, so long as de
   boom `s all right,
But soon as de boom geev way, l`enfant! it`s
   den is begin de fight.
Dey run de rapide, an` jomp de rock`, dey leap
  on de air an` dive,
Can hear dem roar from de reever shore, jus`
   lak dey was all alive.

An` dat was de way wit` de cloud to-day, de
   res` of dem push aside,
For dey `re comin` fas` from de cole nor`-eas`
   an` away t`roo  de sky dey ride
Shakin` de snow as along dey go, lak grain
   from de farmer`s  han`
Till to-morrow you can`t see not`ing at all, but
   smoke of de leetle cabane.

I`m glad we don`t got no chimley, only hole
   on de roof up dere,
An`spark fly off on w`ole of de worl`, so dere `s
   no use gettin` scare,
Mus` get more log! an` it`s lucky too, de wood
   pile is stannin` near
So blow away storm, for harder you go, de
   warmer she`s comin` here-

I wonder how dey get on, mon chien, off on de
   great beeg town,
W`ere house is so high, near touch de sky,
   mus` be danger of fallin` down.
An` worser too on de night lak dis, ketchin`
   dat terrible win`,
O! leetle small place lak de ole cabane was de
   right place for stayin` in.

I s`pose dey got plaintee bodder too, dem
   feller dat`s be riche man,
For dey `re never knowin` w`en  t`ief  may come
   an` steal all de t`ing he can
An` de monee was kip dem busy too, watchin`
   it night an` day,
Dunno but we`re better off here, mon chien, 
   wit` beeg city far away.

For I look on de corner over dere, an` see it
   ma birch canoe,
I look on de wall w`ere ma rifle hang along wit`
   de good snowshoe,
An` ev`ry  t`ing else on de worl` I got, safe on
   dis place near me.
An` here you are too, ma brave ole dog, wit`
   your nose up agen ma knee.

An` here we be stay t`roo de summer day,
   w`en ev`ry  t`ing `s warm an` bright
On winter too w`en de stormy win` blow lak
   she blow to-night
Let dem stay on de city, on great beeg house,
   dem feller dat `s be riche man
For we`re happy an` satisfy here, mon chien,
   on our own leetle small cabane.
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