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William Henry Drummond - Getting On
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I know I’m not too young, an` ma back is not as straight
    As it use to be some feefty year ago--
  Don`t care to go aroun` if de rain is fallin` down
    `Less de rheumateez is ketch me on de toe--
  But dat is ma beez-nesse, an` no matter how I feel---
    Oder folk dey might look out deir own affair
 ‘stead o` w`isperin`, "Wall! bâ Gosh! lissen poor Maxime Meloche,
    How dat leetle drop o` rain is mak` heem swear!
          De ole man’s gettin` on!"

  Smart folk lak dat, of course, mebbe never hear de news
    Of de tam he’s comin` sick Guillaume Laroche,
  Who’s tak` heem home to die w`en de rapide`s runnin` high,
    An` carry heem on hees shoulder t`roo de bush?
  Oh! no, it was n`t me, only wan of dem young man
    Hardly got de baby moustache on de mout`,
  Dat`s de reason w`y I say to mese`f mos` ev`ry day,
    "Purty hard dere’s not`ing else dan talk about
          `De ole man’s gettin` on.`"

  W`at’s mak` me feelin` mad is becos dey don`t spik out,
    Non! dey’ll sneak aroun` for watch me as I go,
  An` if I mebbe spill leetle water on de hill,
    W`en I’m comin` from de well down dere below,
  No use for tellin` me--I know too moche mese`f,
    Dat’s de tam I’m very sure dey alway say,
  "See heem now, how slow he go--don`t I offen tole you so?
    We’re sorry, but Maxime is have hees day,
          De ole man`s gettin` on."

  It`s foolish t`ing to do, for dere’s alway hang aroun`
    Some crazy feller almos` ev`ry day--
  So I might a` stay at home’stead o` tryin` feex de boom,
    Dough I’m sure de win` is blow de oder way;
  For I never hear dem shout w`en dey let de water out,
    An` de log dey come a-bangin` down de chute,
  But leetle Joe Leblanc ketch me on de pant, hooraw!
    Den spile de job by w`isperin`, "I’m afraid I spik de trut`,
          De ole man’s gettin` on."

  Only yesterday de pig get loose an` run away,
    An` de nex` t`ing he was goin` on de corn--
  So I run an` fetch de stick, an` after heem so quick
    Jus` to mak` heem feelin` sorry he was born;
  An` dat pig he laugh at me, an` he fill hees belly full
    `Fore he’s makin` up his min` for come along--
  I’m sure I see heem wink--should n`t wonder if he t`ink,
    "Very easy see dere’s somet`ing goin` wrong--
          De ole man’s gettin on."

  If only I can get some doctor feex me up,
    Mak` me feel a leetle looser on de knee--
  On de shoulder, ev`ryw`ere--ba tonder!  I don`t care,
    I `le spen` a couple o` dollar, mebbe t`ree--
  Jus` to larn dem feller dere how to skip an` how to jomp,
    On de way I beat deir fader long ago--
  Yass siree! an` purty soon dey’ll sing anoder tune,
    An` wonder w`at de devil’s dere to show
          De ole man`s gettin` on.

  Oh! dat maudit rheumateez! now she`s ketchin` me again
    On de back becos I’m leetle bit excite,
  An` put ma finger down, widout stoopin` on de groun`--
    But I’ll do dat trick to-morrow, not to-night--
  All de sam` I often t`ink ev`ry dog is got hees day,
    Dat’s de lesson I was learnin` on de school;
  So I can`t help feelin` blue w`en I wonder if it’s true
    W`at dey `re sayin`--dough o` course dey `re only fool--
          De ole man’s gettin` on.
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