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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
NATIONAL POLICY, by WILLIAM HENRY DRUMMOND First Line: Our fader lef' ole france behin,' dat's many year ago Last Line: An' mebbe affer w'ile dere won't be too moche lan' for spare. | |||
OUR fader lef' ole France behin', dat's many year ago, An' how we get along since den, wall! ev'ry body know, Few t'ousan' firse class familee was only come dat tam, An' now we got pure Canayens; t'ree million peop' bedamme! Dat's purty smart beez-nesse, I t'ink we done on Canadaw, An' we don't mak' no grande hooraw, but do it tranquillement So if we're braggin' now an' den, we mus' be excuzay, For no wan's never see before de record bus' dat way. An' w'y should we be feel ashame, 'cos we have boy an' girl? No matter who was come along, we'll match agen de worl'; Wit' plaintee boy lak w'at we got no danger be afraid, An' all de girl she look too nice for never come ole maid. If we have only small cor-nerre de sam' we have before W'en ole Champlain an' Jacques Cartier firse jomp upon de shore Dere's no use hurry den at all, but now you understan' We got to whoop it up, ba gosh! for occupy de lan'! W'at's use de million acre, w'at's use de belle riviere, An' t'ing lak dat if we don't have somebody leevin' dere? W'at's mak' de worl' look out for us, an' kip de nation free Unless we're raisin' all de tam some fine large familee? Don't seem so long we buil' dat road, Chemin de Pacifique, Tak' honder dollar pass on dere, an' nearly two t'ree week, Den look dat place it freeze so hard, on w'at you call Klon-dak, Wall! if we have to fill dem up, we got some large contrac'! Of course we're not doin' bad jus' now; so ev'rybody say, But we dunno de half we got on Canadaw today, An' still she's comin' beeger, an' never mak' no fuss, So if we don't look out, firse t'ing, she'll get ahead of us. De more I t'ink, de more I'm scare, de way she grow so fas', An' worse of all it's hard to say how long de boom'll las' But if she don't go slower an' ease up leetle bit, Bimeby de Canayens will be some dead bird on de pit. Den ev'ry body hip hooraw! an' sen' de familee Along de reever, t'roo de wood, an' on de grande prairie, Dat's only way I'm t'inkin' arrange de w'ole affaire An' mebbe affer w'ile dere won't be too moche lan' for spare. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A RAINY DAY IN CAMP by WILLIAM HENRY DRUMMOND AUTUMN DAYS by WILLIAM HENRY DRUMMOND BARBOTTE (BULL-POUT) by WILLIAM HENRY DRUMMOND BATEESE AND HIS LITTLE DECOYS by WILLIAM HENRY DRUMMOND BATEESE THE LUCKY MAN by WILLIAM HENRY DRUMMOND BLOOM - A SONG OF COBALT by WILLIAM HENRY DRUMMOND BOULE by WILLIAM HENRY DRUMMOND BRUNO THE HUNTER by WILLIAM HENRY DRUMMOND CANADIAN FOREVER by WILLIAM HENRY DRUMMOND CAUDA MORRHUAE by WILLIAM HENRY DRUMMOND |
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