Two Hundred Years Ago

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Two honder year ago, de worl' is purty slow
  Even folk upon dis contree 's not so
  smart,
Den who is travel roun' an' look out de
  pleasan' groun'
For geev' de Yankee peop' a leetle start?
I 'll tole you who dey were!  de beeg rough
  voyageurs,
W'it deir cousin w'at you call coureurs de bois,
Dat 's fightin' all de tam, an' never care a dam,
An' ev'ry wan dem feller he 's come from
  Canadaw
  Baptême!
He 's comin' all de way from Canadaw.

But He watch dem, le bon Dieu, for He's  got
  some work to do,
An He won't trus' ev'ry body, no siree!
Only full blood Canadien, lak Marquette an'
  Hennepin,
An' w'at you t'ink of Louis Verandrye?

On church of Bonsecours!  makin' ready for
  de tour,
See dem down upon de knee, all prayin' dere-
Wit' de paddle on de han' ev'ry  good Canad-
  ien man,
An' affer dey be finish, hooraw for anyw'ere
  Yass, sir!
Dey 're ready now for goin' anyw'ere.

De nort' win' know dem well, an' de prairie
 grass can tell
How offen it is trample by the ole tam botte
 sauvage-
An'grey wolf on hees den kip very quiet, w'en
He hear dem boy a' singin' upon de long
  portage.
An' de night would fin' dem lie wit' deir faces
  on de sky,
An' de breeze would come  an' w' isper on deir
  ear
'Bout de wife an' sweetheart dere on Sorel an'
  Trois Rivieres
Dey may never leev' to see anoder year
 Dat 's true,
Dey may never leev' to kiss anoder year.

An' you 'll know de place dey go, from de
  canyon down below,
Or de mountain wit' hees nose aboeve de cloud,
De lake among de hill, w'ere de grizzly drink
  hees fill
Or de rapid on de reever roarin' loud;
Ax de wil' deer if de flash of de ole Tree
  Reever sash
He don't  see it on de woods of Illinois
An' de musk ox as he go, w'ere de camp fire
  melt de snow,
De smell he still remember of tabac Canadien
 Ha! Ha!
It 's hard forgettin' smell of tabac Canadien!

So, ma frien' , de Yankee man, he mus' try an'
  understan'
W'en he holler for dat flag de Star an'
  Stripe,
If he 's leetle win' still lef', an' no danger hurt
  hese'f,
Den he better geev' anoder cheer, ba cripe!
For de flag of la belle France, dat show de way
  across
From Louisbourg to Florida an' back;
So raise it ev'ryw'ere, lak' de ole tam voy-
  ageurs,
W'en you hear of de la Salle an' Cadillac-
 Hooraw!
For de flag of de la Salle an' Cadillac.

© William Henry Drummond