W'at 's use of all de money
If dere ain't some boy an' girl
Mak' it pleasan' for de Yankee an' hees wife
W'en dey travel on de worl'?
For me an' Eugenie dere 's not'ing we lak bes'
Dan gader up de chil'ren an' get dem nicely dress—
W'y it 's more dan half de pleasure of our life.
I love de Yankee woman
An' de Yankee man also,
An' mebbe dey 'll be wiser bimeby—
But I lak dem all to know
If dey want to kip deir own, let dem raise de familee—
An' den dey 'll boss de contree from de mountain to de sea,
For dey 're smart enough to do it if dey try.
The Last Portage
I'm sleepin' las' night w'en I dream a dream
An' a wonderful wan it seem—
For I 'm off on de road I was never see,
Too long an' hard for a man lak me,
So ole he can only wait de call
Is sooner or later come to all.
De night is dark an' de portage dere
Got plaintee o' log lyin' ev'ryw'ere,
Black bush aroun' on de right an' lef,
A step from de road an' you los' you'se'f;
De moon an' de star above is gone,
Yet somet'ing tell me I mus' go on.