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William Henry Drummond - Meb-Be
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A quiet boy was Joe Bedotte,
    An` no sign anyw`ere
  Of anyt`ing at all he got
    Is up to ordinaire--
  An` w`en de teacher tell heem go
    An` tak` a holiday,
  For wake heem up, becos` he’s slow,
    Poor Joe would only say,
          "Wall! meb-be."

  Don`t bodder no wan on de school
    Unless dey bodder heem,
  But all de scholar t`ink he’s fool
    Or walkin` on a dream--
  So w`en dey`re closin` on de spring
    Of course dey`re moche surprise
  Dat Joe is takin` ev`ry-t`ing
    Of w`at you call de prize.

  An` den de teacher say, "Jo-seph,
    I know you`re workin` hard--
  Becos` w`en I am pass mese`f
    I see you on de yard
  A-splittin` wood--no doubt you stay
    An` study half de night?"
  An` Joe he spik de sam` ole way
    So quiet an` polite,
          "Wall! meb-be."

  Hees fader an` hees moder die
    An` lef` heem dere alone
  Wit` chil`ren small enough to cry,
    An` farm all rock an` stone--
  But Joe is fader, moder too,
    An` work bote day an` night
  An` clear de place--dat’s w`at he do,
    An` bring dem up all right.

  De Curé say, "Jo-seph, you know
    Le bon Dieu’s very good--
  He feed de small bird on de snow,
    De caribou on de wood--
  But you deserve some credit too--
    I spik of dis before."
  So Joe he dunno w`at to do
    An` only say wance more,
          "Wall! meb-be."

  An` Joe he leev` for many year
    An` helpin` ev`ry wan
  Upon de parish far an` near
    Till all hees money’s gone--
  An` den de Curé come again
    Wit` tear-drop on hees eye--
  He know for sure poor Joe, hees frien`,
    Is well prepare to die.

  "Wall! Joe, de work you done will tell
    W`en you get up above--
  De good God he will treat you well
    An` geev` you all hees love.
  De poor an` sick down here below,
    I’m sure dey’ll not forget,"
  An` w`at you t`ink he say, poor Joe,
    Drawin` hees only breat`?
          "Wall! meb-be."
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