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William Henry Drummond - Two Hundred Years Ago
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Two honder year ago, de worl` is purty slow
   Even folk upon dis contree `s not so
   smart,
Den who is travel roun` an` look out de
   pleasan` groun` 
 For geev` de Yankee peop` a leetle start?
I `ll tole you who dey were!  de beeg rough
   voyageurs,
W`it deir cousin w`at you call coureurs de bois,
Dat `s fightin` all de tam, an` never care a dam,
An` ev`ry wan dem feller he `s come from
   Canadaw
                   Baptême!
He `s comin` all de way from Canadaw.

But He watch dem, le bon Dieu, for He`s  got
   some work to do,
 An He won`t trus` ev`ry body, no siree!
Only full blood Canadien, lak Marquette an` 
   Hennepin,
 An` w`at you t`ink of Louis Verandrye?

On church of Bonsecours!  makin` ready for 
   de tour,
See dem down upon de knee, all prayin` dere-
Wit` de paddle on de han` ev`ry  good Canad-
   ien man,
An` affer dey be finish, hooraw for anyw`ere
                       Yass, sir!
Dey `re ready now for goin` anyw`ere.

De nort` win` know dem well, an` de prairie
    grass can tell
 How offen it is trample by the ole tam botte
    sauvage-
An`grey wolf on hees den kip very quiet, w`en
 He hear dem boy a` singin` upon de long
   portage.
An` de night would fin` dem lie wit` deir faces
   on de sky,
An` de breeze would come  an` w` isper on deir
   ear
 `Bout de wife an` sweetheart dere on Sorel an` 
   Trois Rivieres
Dey may never leev` to see anoder year
                        Dat `s true,
Dey may never leev` to kiss anoder year.

An` you `ll know de place dey go, from de
   canyon down below,
 Or de mountain wit` hees nose aboeve de cloud,
De lake among de hill, w`ere de grizzly drink
   hees fill
 Or de rapid on de reever roarin` loud;
Ax de wil` deer if de flash of de ole Tree
   Reever sash
He don`t  see it on de woods of Illinois
An` de musk ox as he go, w`ere de camp fire
   melt de snow,
De smell he still remember of tabac Canadien
                            Ha! Ha!
It `s hard forgettin` smell of tabac Canadien!

So, ma frien` , de Yankee man, he mus` try an` 
   understan`
 W`en he holler for dat flag de Star an` 
   Stripe,
If he `s leetle win` still lef`, an` no danger hurt
   hese`f,
 Den he better geev` anoder cheer, ba cripe!
For de flag of la belle France, dat show de way
   across
From Louisbourg to Florida an` back;
So raise it ev`ryw`ere, lak` de ole tam voy-
   ageurs,
W`en you hear of de la Salle an` Cadillac-
                                Hooraw!
For de flag of de la Salle an` Cadillac.
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