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(A Legend of Lac St. Pierre)
ON wan dark night on Lac St. Pierre, | |
| De win’ she blow, blow, blow, | |
| An’ de crew of de wood-scow Julie Plante | |
| Got scar’t an’ run below— | |
| For de win’ she blow lik’ hurricane, | 5 |
| Bimeby she blow some more, | |
| An’ de scow bus’ up on Lac St. Pierre | |
| Wan arpent from de shore. | |
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| De captinne walk on de front deck, | |
| An’ walk de hin’ deck too— | 10 |
| He call de crew from up de hole, | |
| He call de cook also. | |
| De cook she’s name was Rosie, | |
| She come from Montreal, | |
| Was chambermaid on lumber-barge | 15 |
| On de Grande Lachine Canal. | |
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| De win’ she blow from nor’-eas’-wes’, | |
| De sout’ win’ she blow too, | |
| W’en Rosie cry, ‘Mon cher captinne, | |
| Mon cher, w’at I shall do?’ | 20 |
| De captinne t’row de beeg ankerre, | |
| But still de scow she dreef: | |
| De crew he can’t pass on de shore | |
| Becos’ he los’ hees skeef. | |
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| De night was dark lak’ wan black cat, | 25 |
| De wave run high an’ fas’, | |
| W’en de captinne tak’ de Rosie girl | |
| An’ tie her to de mas’. | |
| Den he also tak’ de life-preserve, | |
| An’ jomp off on de lak’, | 30 |
| An’ say, ‘Good-bye, my Rosie dear, | |
| I go drown for your sak’!’ | |
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| Nex’ mornin’ very early | |
| ’Bout ha’f pas’ two—t’ree—four— | |
| De captinne—scow—an’ de poor Rosie | 35 |
| Was corpses on de shore. | |
| For de win’ she blow lak’ hurricane, | |
| Bimeby she blow some more, | |
| An’ de scow bus’ up on Lac St. Pierre | |
| Wan arpent from de shore. | 40 |
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Moral Now all good wood-scow sailor-man, | |
| Tak’ warning by dat storm, | |
| An’ go an’ marry some nice French girl | |
| An’ leev on wan beeg farm. | |
| De win’ can blow lak’ hurricane, | 45 |
| An’ s’pose she blow some more, | |
| You can’t get drown’ on Lac St. Pierre | |
| So long you stay on shore. | |
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