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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE OYSTER SCHOONER, by WILLIAM HENRY DRUMMOND First Line: W'at's all dem bell a ringin' for, can hear dem ev'ry w'ere Last Line: Affer she was t'row de anchor on t'ree reever. | |||
W'AT's all dem bell a ringin' for, can hear dem ev'ry w'ere? W'at's bring de peop' togeder on de w'arf at Trois Rivieres, Dat happy crowd is look so glad, w'y are dey comin' dere? O! de reason dey're so happy w'ile dey're waitin' dere to-day Is becos de oyster schooner she's sailin' up de bay An' de caraquette an' malpecque will quickly melt away Affer she was t'row de anchor on T'ree Reever. For w'y dey mak' de fuss lak dat, an' nearly broke deir neck, Ain't dey got de noder oyster more better dan malpecque Or caraquette, dat leetle wan from down below Kebeck? Wall! ax de crowd dat question w'ile dey're waitin' dere to-day, So glad to see "La Belle Marie" sailin' up de bay, An' dey'll drown you on de water, so you'll know about de way She was t'rowin' out de anchor on T'ree Reever. Dere's ole Joe Lachapelle, he's blin', can hardly see at all, He's bring de man got wooden leg call Jimmie Sauriol, An' bote dem feller jomp aroun' lak mooshrat on de fall, For dey know de schooner's comin', she's sailin' up de bay, An' de reason she don't hurry w'ile dey're waitin' dere to-day, Is becos she's full of oyster, will quickly pass away W'en dat schooner t'row de anchor on T'ree Reever. We've trottin' race las' winter, an' circus on de spring, Wit' elephan' an' monkey too, all playin' on de ring, But beeger crowd she's comin' now, for w'y? it's differen' t'ing, For dey're waitin' on dat schooner, she's sailin' up de bay Dey smell de malpecque oyster an' caraquette to-day An' O! ba gosh, dey'll eat dem! it's alway be de way W'en dat schooner t'row de anchor on T'ree Reever. "She's comin' in -- she's comin' in," jus' lissen to de cry! "Get out de line an' hol' her fas', for fear she's passin' by, For if dere's somet'ing happen now, de peop' will surely die." Affer waitin' on dat schooner, she's sailin' up de bay Lak de sparrow on de wood-pile watchin' all de day, But dey got her safe enough now, she'll never sail away Till dem oyster she was finish on T'ree Reever. "All aboar' -- comment ca va, Captinne Beliveau? We're glad to see you back again from Caraquette below, But we're sorry you don't hurry, w'en you got such nice car-go." So dey ketch dat oyster schooner, she's sailin' up de bay, Dey ketch her an' dey hol' her till de oyster's gone away An' she's two foot out de water "La Belle Marie" nex' day Affer she was t'row de anchor on T'ree Reever. | 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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