William Henry Drummond (13 April, 1854 – 6 April, 1907 / Mohill, County Leitrim)
Bateese And His Little Decoys
O I'm very very tire Marie,
I wonder if I'm able hol' a gun
An' me dat 's alway risin' wit' de sun
An' travel on de water, an' paddle ma canoe
An' trap de mink an' beaver de fall an' winter
But now I t'ink dat fun is gone forever.
Wall! I'm mebbe stayin' long enough,
For eighty-four I see it on de spring;
Dough ma fader he was fellin' purty tough
An' at ninety year can do mos' ev'ry t'ing,
But I never know de feller, don't care how ole
Dat is n't sure to t'ink he 's got anoder year,
Before he lif' de anchor for de las' tam!
It 's not so easy lyin' on de bed,
An' lissen to de wil' bird on de bay,
Dey know dat poor bateese is nearly dead,
Or dey would n't have such good fun ev'ry
Put ma gun upon de piller near de winder, jus'
Den bring w'ere I can see dem, ma own nice
So I have some talk wit' dem mese'f dis
Ah! dere you 're comin' now! mes beaux
Dat 's very pleasan'day, an' how you feel?
Of course you dunno w'at I want you for,
Wall! lately I've been t'inkin a good deal
Of all de fuss I 'm havin' show you w'at you
ought to do
W'en de cole win' of October de blin' is blow-
An' de bluebill 's flyin' up an' down de reever.
O! de bodder I 'm havin' wit' you all!
It 's makin' me feel ole before ma tam!
Stan' over dere upon de right again de wall,
Ma-dame Lapointe - I'm geevin' you Ma-
'Cos you walk aroun' de sam' way as ma cousin
An' lak youse'f she 's havin' de large large
Now let us see you don 't forget your lesson!
Qu a-a-ck! you 're leetle hoarse to-day, don't
Quack! quack! quack! dat 's right Mam-
You go lak dat, an' quicker dan a wink,
It 'll ring across de lake along de breeze,
Till de wil' bird dey will lissen up de reever
far an' near,
An' tole de noder wan too, de musique dey was
An' dey 'll fly aroun' our head before we know
Come here, Francois, an' min' you watch
You can 't forget de las' day we was out,
Your breat'dere's very leetle of it lef'
An' tole you it was better shut your mout'
W'en you start dat fancy yellin', for it soun'
de sam' to me
Lak de devil he was goin' on de beeges' kin'
Francois! dat 's not de way for mak'de
Wan-two-t'ree, -now let us hear you please,
It is n't vey hard job if you try,
Purten' you 're feelin' lonesome lak Louise
An' want to see de sweetheart bimeby,
Quack! quack! quack!
O! stop dat sreechin', don 't never spik no
For if anyt'ing, sapree, tonnerre! you're worser
I wonder w'at you do wit' all your schoolin'!
Come out from onderneat' de bed, Lisette,
I believe you was de fattes' of de lot;
It 's handy too of course, for you never feel de
An' w'en you lak to try it, O! w'at a voice
So let us play it's blowin' hard, an' duck is up
An' you want to reach dem- sure- now we're
ready for begin,
Hooraw! an' never min' de noise dat you 're
Quack! quack! quack! quack! O! let me
tak' de gun
For I would n't be astonish w'en Lisette is
get de start,
Roun' de house dey 'll come a-flyin', an' den
we 'll have de fun!
Yass, yass, kip up de flappin' , O! ain 't
she got the heart!
Not many duck can beat her, an' I wish I had
Can mak'de song lak dat upon de water!
Dat 's very funny how it ketch de crowd!
An' now dey 're goin, all de younger wan!
But if you don 't stop singin' out so loud,
I 'm sorry I mus' tole you all begone,
'Cos I want to go to sleep. for I ', very very
An' de shiver 's comin' on me! so Marie poke
up de fire
An' mebber I 'll feel better on de morning.
De leetle duck may call on de spring tam an'
W'en dey see de wil' bird flyin' on de air
Dey may cry aroun' hees door, but he 'll never
come no more
For showin' dem de lesson! ole Jean Bateese
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