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William Henry Drummond - The Last Portage
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I`m sleepin` las` night w`en I dream a dream
  An` a wonderful wan it seem--
  For I’m off on de road I was never see,
  Too long an` hard for a man lak me,
  So ole he can only wait de call
  Is sooner or later come to all.

  De night is dark an` de portage dere
  Got plaintee o` log lyin` ev`ryw`ere,
  Black bush aroun` on de right an` lef,
  A step from de road an` you los` you`se`f;
  De moon an` de star above is gone,
  Yet somet`ing tell me I mus` go on.

  An` off in front of me as I go,
  Light as a dreef of de fallin` snow--
  Who is dat leetle boy dancin` dere
  Can see hees w`ite dress an` curly hair,
  An` almos` touch heem, so near to me
  In an` out dere among de tree?

  An` den I’m hearin` a voice is say,
  "Come along, fader, don`t min` de way,
  De boss on de camp he sen` for you,
  So your leetle boy’s going to guide you t`roo
  It’s easy for me, for de road I know,
  `Cos I travel it many long year ago."

  An` oh! mon Dieu! w`en he turn hees head
  I’m seein` de face of ma boy is dead--
  Dead wit` de young blood in hees vein--
  An` dere he’s comin` wance more again
  Wit` de curly hair, an` dark-blue eye,
  So lak de blue of de summer sky--

  An` now no more for de road I care,
  An` slippery log lyin` ev`ryw`ere--
  De swamp on de valley, de mountain too
  But climb it jus` as I use to do--
  Don`t stop on de road, for I need no res`
  So long as I see de leetle w`ite dress.

  An` I foller it on, an` wance in a w`ile
  He turn again wit` de baby smile,
  An` say, "Dear fader, I’m here you see
  We’re bote togeder, jus` you an` me--
  Very dark to you, but to me it’s light,
  De road we travel so far to-night.

  "De boss on de camp w`ere I alway stay
  Since ever de tam I was go away,
  He welcome de poores` man dat call,
  But love de leetle wan bes` of all,
  So dat’s de reason I spik for you
  An` come to-night for to bring you t`roo."

  Lak de young Jesu w`en he’s here below
  De face of ma leetle son look jus` so--
  Den off beyon`, on de bush I see
  De w`ite dress fadin` among de tree--
  Was it a dream I dream las` night
  Is goin` away on de morning light?
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