The Voyageur and Other Poems

fines' house on St. Eustache, You t'ink I feel more happy dan I be?

No, sir! An' I can tole you, if you never know before,
W'y de kettle on de stove mak' such a fuss,
Wy de robin stop hees singin' an' come peekin' t'roo de door For learn about de nice t'ing 's come to us--

An' w'en he see de baby lyin' dere upon de bed
Lak leetle Son of Mary on de ole tam long ago--
Wit' de sunshine an' de shadder makin' ring aroun' hees head, No wonder M'sieu Robin wissle low.

An' we can't help feelin' glad too, so we call heem Dieudonné; An' he never cry, dat baby, w'en he 's chrissen by de pries' All de sam' I bet you dollar he 'll waken up some day,
An' be as bad as leetle boy Bateese.

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THE DEVIL

Along de road from Bord à Plouffe
To Kaz-a-baz-u-a
W'ere poplar trees lak sojers stan',
An' all de lan' is pleasan' lan',
In off de road dere leev's a man
Call Louis Desjardins.

An' Louis,