William Henry Drummond

(13 April, 1854 – 6 April, 1907 / Mohill, County Leitrim)

William Henry Drummond Poems

41. Memories 4/12/2010
42. This Life Which Seems So Fair 1/13/2003
43. Spring Bereaved 2 1/4/2003
44. De Bell Of St. Michel 4/12/2010
45. Little Mouse 4/12/2010
46. Johnnie's First Moose 4/12/2010
47. Summons To Love 1/13/2003
48. The Log Jam 5/17/2001
49. Bateese And His Little Decoys 4/12/2010
50. Invocation 1/4/2003
51. De Stove Pipe Hole 4/12/2010
52. Autumn Days 4/12/2010
53. De Papineau Gun 4/12/2010
54. De Snowbird 4/12/2010
55. De Habitant 4/12/2010
56. Inexorable 1/4/2003
57. To His Lute 1/13/2003
58. Saint John Baptist 1/4/2003
59. To The Nightingale 1/13/2003
60. Change Should Breed Change 1/4/2003
61. Johnnie Courteau 4/12/2010
62. Le Vieux Temps 5/17/2001
63. Her Passing 1/4/2003
64. A Lament 1/13/2003
65. De Notaire Publique 4/12/2010
66. De Nice Leetle Canadienne 5/17/2001
67. The Wreck Of The "Julie Plante": A Legend Of Lac St. Pierre 12/31/2002
68. How Bateese Came Home 5/17/2001
69. Little Bateese 5/17/2001
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 ...

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Spring Bereaved 1

THAT zephyr every year
   So soon was heard to sigh in forests here,
It was for her: that wrapp'd in gowns of green
   Meads were so early seen,
That in the saddest months oft sung the merles,
It was for her; for her trees dropp'd forth pearls.
   That proud and stately courts
Did envy those our shades and calm resorts,
It was for her; and she is gone, O woe!

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