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William Henry Drummond - Bruno The Hunter
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You never hear tell, Marie, ma femme,
    Of Bruno de hunter man,
  Wit` hees wild dogs chasin` de moose an` deer,
  Every day on de long, long year,
  Off on de hillside far an` near,
    An` down on de beeg savane?

  Not`ing can leev` on de woods, Marie,
    W`en Bruno is on de track,
  An` young caribou, an` leetle red doe
  Wit` baby to come on de spring, dey know
  De pity dey get w`en hees bugle blow
    An` de black dogs answer back.

  No bird on de branch can finish hees song,
    De squirrel no longer play--
  De leaf on de maple don`t need to wait
  Till fros` of October is at de gate
  `Fore de blood drops come: an` de fox sleeps late
    W`en Bruno is pass dat way.

  So de devil ketch heem of course at las`
    Dat`s w`at de ole folk say,
  An` spik to heem, "Bruno, w`at for you kill
  De moose an` caribou of de hill
  An` fill de woods wit` deir blood until
    You could run a mill night an` day?"

  "Mebbe you lak to be moose youse`f,
    An` see how de hunter go,
  So I`ll change your dogs into loup garou,
  An` wance on de year dey`ll be chasin` you--
  An` res` of de tam w`en de sport is troo,
    You’ll pass wit` me down below."

  An` dis is de night of de year, Marie,
    Bruno de hunter wake:
  Soon as de great beeg tonder cloud
  Up on de mountain’s roarin` loud--
  He’ll come from hees grave w`ere de pine tree crowd
    De shore of de leetle lake.

  You see de lightning zig, zig, Marie,
    Spittin` lak` loup cervier,
  Ketch on de trap?  Oh! it won`t be long
  Till mebbe you lissen anoder song,
  For de sky is dark an` de win` is strong,
    An` de chase is n`t far away.

  W`y shiver so moche, Marie, ma femme,
    For de log is burnin` bright?
  Ah! dere she`s goin`, "Hulloo!  Hulloo!"
  An` oh! how de tonder is roarin` too!
  But it can`t drown de cry of de loup garou
    On Bruno de hunter`s night.

  Over de mountain an` t`roo de swamp,
    Don`t matter how far or near,
  Every place hees moccasin know
  Bruno de hunter he’s got to go
  `Fore de grave on de leetle lake below
    Close up for anoder year.

  But dey say de ole feller watch all night,
    So you need n`t be scare, Marie,
  For he’ll never stir from de rocky cave
  W`ere door only open beneat` de wave,
  Till Bruno come back to hees lonely grave--
    An` de devil he turn de key.

  Dat’s way for punish de hunter man
    W`en murder is on hees min`--
  So he better stop w`ile de work is new,
  Or mebbe de devil will ketch heem too,
  An` chase heem aroun` wit` de loup garou
    Gallopin` close behin`.
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