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William Henry Drummond - The Family Laramie
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Hssh! look at ba-bee on de leetle blue chair,
    W`at you t`ink he’s tryin` to do?
  Wit` pole on de han` lak de lumberman,
    A-shovin` along canoe.
  Dere’s purty strong current behin` de stove,
    W`ere it’s passin` de chimley-stone,
  But he’ll come roun` yet, if he don`t upset,
    So long he was lef` alone.

  Dat’s way ev`ry boy on de house begin
    No sooner he’s twelve mont` ole;
  He’ll play canoe up an` down de Soo
    An` paddle an` push de pole,
  Den haul de log all about de place,
    Till dey `re fillin` up mos` de room,
  An` say it’s all right, for de storm las` night
    Was carry away de boom.

  Mebbe you see heem, de young loon bird,
    Wit` half of de shell hangin` on,
  Tak` hees firse slide to de water side,
    An` off on de lake he’s gone.
  Out of de cradle dey `re goin` sam` way
    On reever an` lake an` sea;
  For born to de trade, dat’s how dey `re made,
    De familee Laramie.

  An` de reever she’s lyin` so handy dere
    On foot of de hill below,
  Dancin` along an` singin` de song
    As away to de sea she go,
  No wonder I never can lak dat song,
    For soon it is comin`, w`en
  Dey’ll lissen de call, leetle Pierre an` Paul,
    An` w`ere will de moder be den?

  She’ll sit by de shore w`en de evenin`s come,
    An` spik to de reever too:
  "O reever, you know how dey love you so,
    Since ever dey `re seein` you,
  For sake of dat love bring de leetle boy home
    Once more to de moder`s knee."
  An` mebbe de prayer I be makin` dere
    Will help bring dem back to me.
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