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William Henry Drummond - Lac Souci
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Talk about lakes! dere’s none dat lies in
    Laurentide mountain or near de sea,
  W`en de star’s gone off an` de sun is risin`,
    Can touch w`at dey call it Lac Souci,
  Restin` dere wit` de woods behin` her,
    Sleepin` dere t`roo de summer night--
  But watch her affer de mornin`s fin` her,
    An` over de hill-top shine de light.

  See w`ere de shadder sweep de water,
    Pine tree an` cloud, how dey come an` go;
  Careful now, an` you’ll see de otter
    Slidin` into de pool below--
  Look at de loon w`en de breeze is ketch heem
    Shakin` hese`f as he cock de eye!
  Takes a nice leetle win` to fetch heem,
    So he’s gettin` a chance to fly.

  Every bird dey mus` kip behin` heem
    W`en he’s only jus` flap de wing,
  Ah! dere he’s goin`--but never min` heem,
    For lissen de robin begin to sing--
  Trout’s comin` up too!--dat’s beeg rise dere,
    Four of dem!  Golly! it’s purty hard case,
  No rod here, an` dey `re all good size dere!
    Don`t ax me not`ing about de place.

  No use nobody goin` murder
    T`ree an` four pounder lak dat, siree!
  Wall! if you promise it won`t go furder
    I’ll tole you nex` summer--bimeby--mebbe--
  W`at is dat movin` among de spruce dere?
    Sure as I’m livin` dere’s `noder wan too--
  Offen enough I’m gettin` a moose dere,
    Non!--it’s only a couple of caribou.

  Black duck so early?  See how dey all come,
    Wan leetle family roun` de ben`--
  Let dem enjoy it, wait till de fall come,
    Dey won`t be feelin` so happy den!
  Smoke on de mountain?  Yass, I can smell her--
    Who is it now, Jean Bateese Boucher?
  Geev` me some tam, an` I’ll feex dat feller
    Shootin` de moose on de summer day.

  W`at do you t`ink of a sapree beaver
    Hittin` hees tail on de lake dat way?
  Ought to be home wit` hees wife--not leave her
    Workin` away on de house all day--
  Funny t`ing, too, how he alway fin` me
    Sailin` along on de ole canoe,
  Lookin` for sign--den bang! behin` me
    An` down on de water--dat`s w`at he do.

  Otter feeshin` an` bob cat cryin`--
    Up on de sky de beeg black hawk--
  Down on de swamp w`ere a dead log’s lyin`,
    Pa`tridge doin` hees own cake-walk!
  If you never was see dem, hear dem--
    Tak` leetle tour on de Lac Souci,
  An` w`enever you `re comin` near dem,
    You `re goin` crazy de sam` as me.

  Talk about lakes of every nation,
    Talk about water of any kin`,
  Don`t matter you go over all creation--
    De Lac Souci she can beat dem blin`.
  Happy to leev an` happy to die dere--
    But Heaven itself won`t satisfy me,
  Till I fin` leetle hole off on de sky dere
    W`ere I can be lookin` on Lac Souci!
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