William Henry Drummond

William Henry Drummond Biography

William Henry Drummond is an Irish-born Canadian poet whose humorous dialect poems made him "one of the most popular authors in the English-speaking world," and "one of the most widely-read and loved poets" in Canada."His first book of poetry, The Habitant (1897), was extremely successful, establishing for him a reputation as a writer of dialect ve ...

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P Goodridge 12 December 2004

n0 commeny now for moi

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Diane Barr 29 July 2019

We had his book of poetry when I was a kid, I took it to school and never saw it again. I loved his humour, and remember a poem starting with: The win she blow at Lac St. Jean, The weather she was bad, Does anyone remember it.?

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english is boring 17 September 2018

why is english so dead-beat trash

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Anne Marie 22 February 2018

Hi , I actually have a question whether this author had a poem with the name Elodie in it

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David Brydges 18 December 2014

Somebody needs to do an editing as their is a mish mash mess of poems written by the 16th century Scottish poet William Henry Drummond that are mixed with the 19th century Irish-Canadian poet Dr. William Henry Drummond. dave

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Chris Green 03 January 2006

Just a not to point out the obvious: the biography of Drummond (born 1854 in Ireland) which is at the head of this page, is wrong: how could his father have died in Scotland in 1610? The biography is for someone else.

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The Best Poem Of William Henry Drummond

Little Bateese

You bad leetle boy, not moche you care
How busy you 're kipin' your poor gran'pere
Tryin' to stop you ev'ry day
Chasin' de hen aroun' de hay-
W'y don't you geev' dem a chance to lay?
Leetle Bateese!

Off on de fiel' you foller de plough
Den w'en you 're tire you scare the cow
Sickin' de dog till dey jomp the wall
So de milk ain't good for not'ing at all-
An' you 're only five an' a half dis fall,
Leetle Bateese!

Too sleepy for sayin' de prayer to-night?
Never min' I s'pose it 'll be all right
Say dem to-morrow- ah! dere he go!
Fas' asleep in a minute or so-
An' he 'll stay lak dat till de rooster crow,
Leetle Bateese!

Den wake us up right away toute suite
Lookin' for somet'ing more to eat,
Makin' me t'ink of dem long leg crane
Soon as dey swaller, dey start again,
I wonder your stomach don't get no pain,
Leetle Bateese!

But see heem now lyin' dere in bed,
Look at de arm onderneat' hees head;
If he grow lak dat till he 's twenty year
I bet he 'll be stronger dan Louis Cyr
An' beat all de voyageurs leevin' here,
Leetle Bateese!

Jus' feel de muscle along hees back,
Won't geev' heem moche bodder for carry pack
On de long portage, any size canoe,
Dere 's not many t'ing dat boy won't do
For he 's got double-joint on hees body too,
Leetle Bateese!

But leetle Bateese! please don't forget
We rader you 're stayin' de small boy yet,
So chase de chicken an' mak' dem scare
An' do w'at you lak wit' your ole gran'pere
For w'en you 're beeg feller he won't be dere-
Leetle Bateese!

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William Henry Drummond Popularity

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