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William Henry Drummond - The Canadian Country Doctor
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I s`pose mos`ev`ry body t`ink hees job`s
   about de hardes`
 From de boss man on de Guvernement to
   poor man on de town
From de curé to de lawyer, an` de farmer to 
   de school boy
 An` all de noder feller was mak` de worl`
   go roun`.

But dere `s wan man got hees han` full t`roo
   ev`ry kin` of wedder
 An` he `s never sure of not`ing but work
   an` work away-
Dat `s de man dey call de doctor, w`en you
   ketch heem on de contree
 An` he `s only man I know-me, don`t got
   no holiday.

If you `re comin` off de city spen` de summer-
   tam among us
 An` you walk out on de morning w`en de
   leetle bird is sing
Mebbe den you see de doctor w`en he `s passin
   wit` hees buggy
 An` you t`ink "Wall!  contree doctor mus`
   be very plesan` t`ing

"Drivin` dat way all de summer up an` down
   along de reever
 W`ere de nice cool win` is blowin` among de 
   maple tree
Den w`en he `s mak` hees visit, comin` home
   before de night tam
 For pass de quiet evening wit` hees wife an` 
   familee."

An` w`en off across de mountain, some wan `s
   sick an` want de doctor
 "Mus` be fine trip crossin` over for watch
   de sun go down
Makin` all dem purty color lak w`at you call
   de rainbow,"
 Dat `s de way peop` is talkin` was leevin` on
   de town.

But it is n`t  alway summer on de contree, an` 
   de doctor
 He could tole you many story of de storm
   dat he `s been in
How hees coonskin  coat come handy, w`en de
   win` blow off de reever
 For if  she `s sam ole reever, she`s not
   alway sam` old win`.

An` de mountain dat `s so quiet w`en de w`ite
   cloud go a-sailin`
 All about her on de summer w`ere de sheep
   in feedin` high
You should see her on December w`en de snow
   is pilin` roun` her
 An` all de win` of winter come tearin` t`roo
   de sky.

O! le bon Dieu help de doctor w`en de mes-
   sage come to call heem
 From hees warm bed on de night-tam for
   visit some poor man
Lyin` sick across de hill side on noder side de
   reever
 An` he hear de mountain roarin` lak de beeg
   Shawinigan.

Ah! well he know de warning but he can`t
   stay till de morning
 So he`s hitchin` up hees leetle horse an`  put
   heem on burleau
Den w`en he `s feex de buffalo, an` wissle to
   hees pony
 Away t`roo storm an` hurricane de contree
   doctor go.

O! de small Canadian pony! dat `s de horse
   can walk de snowdreef.
 Dat `s de horse can fin` de road too he `s
   never been before
Kip your heart up leetle feller, for dere `s
   many mile before you
 An` it `s purty hard job tellin` w`en you see
   your stable door.

Yass! de doctor he can tole you, if he have de 
   tam for talkin`
 All about de bird was singin` before de sum-
   mer lef`
For he got dem on hees bureau an` he `s doin`
   it hese`f too
 An` de las` tam I was dere, me, I see dem all 
   mese`f.

But about de way he travel t`roo de stormy
   night of winter
 W`en de rain come on de spring flood, an` 
   de bridge is wash away
All de hard work, all de danger dat was offen
   hang aroun` heem
 Dat `s de tam our contree doctor don `t have
   very moche to say.

For it `s purty ole, ole story, an` he alway have
   it wit` heem
 Ever since he come among us parish Saint
   Mathieu
An` do doubt he`s feelin` mebbe jus` de
   sam` as noder feller
  So he rader do hees talkin` about somet`ing
   dat was new.
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