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William Henry Drummond - The Red Canoe
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De win` is sleepin` in de pine, but O! de
   night is black!
An` all day long de loon bird cry on Lac Waya-
   gamack-
No light is shinin` by de shore for helpin` steer
   heem t`roo
W`en out upon de night, Ubalde he tak` de
   red canoe.

I hear de paddle dip, dip, dip! wance more I
   hear de loon-
I feel de breeze was show de way for storm
   dat `s comin` soon,
An` den de sky fly open wit` de lightning
   splittin` t`roo-
An` `way beyon` de point I see de leetle red
   canoe.

It `s dark again, but lissen how across Waya-
   gamack
De tonder `s roarin` loud,  an` now de mount-
   ains answer back-
I wonder wit` de noise lak dat, he hear me, le
   bon Dieu
W`en on ma knee I ax Heem save de leetle red
   canoe!

Is dat a voice, so far away, it die upon ma hear?
Or only win` was foolin` me, an` w`isperin` 
   "Belzemire?"
Yaas, yaas, Ubalde, your Belzemire she `s
   prayin` hard for you-
An` den again de lightning come, but w`ere `s
   de red canoe?

Dey say I `m mad, dem foolish folk, cos w`en
   de night is black
An` w`en de wave lak snow-dreef come on Lac
   Wayagamack
I tak` de place w`ere long ago we use to sit, us
   two,
An` wait until de lightning bring de leetle red
   canoe.
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