Non—he 'll work hese'f cra-zee,

 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. 

If dere ain't some boy an' girl

W'en dey travel on de worl'?

 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. 

An' de Yankee man also,

But I lak dem all to know

 

 

 

 

 

 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. 

 

 "De moon an' de star above is gone, Yet somet'ing tell me I mus' go on." 

 An' off in front of me as I go, Light as a dreef of de fallin' snow— Who is dat leetle boy dancin' dere Can see hees w'ite dress an' curly hair, An' almos' touch heem, so near to me In an' out dere among de tree? 

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