The Voyageur and Other Poems
 An' I dunno how it happen, w'en her head come on ma shoulder, An' her black eye on de moonlight, lak de star shine—dat 's de way. (Mebbe it 's becos de springtam) so I ketch her han' an' tole her Of how moche I 'd lak to tak' her on some contree far away. 

An' her black eye on de moonlight, lak de star shine—dat 's de way.

Of how moche I 'd lak to tak' her on some contree far away.

 Den she say, I 'll mak' an offer, if you 're sure you want to tak' me On de place I dunno w'ere—me—you mus' pay beeg price, Jo-seph. You can carry me off to-morrow, so I 'm never comin' back—me— But you 'll lose upon de bargain, for de price I want's you'se'f." 

On de place I dunno w'ere—me—you mus' pay beeg price, Jo-seph.

But you 'll lose upon de bargain, for de price I want's you'se'f."

 I was purty good for tradin', mebbe tak' it from ma fader, For de ole man 's alway tryin' show me somet'ing dat was new— But de trade I mak' dat evenin' wit' poor Rosalie, I rader Not say not'ing moche about it, dough it 's bes' I never do. 

For de ole man 's alway tryin' show me somet'ing dat was new—

Not say not'ing moche about it, dough it 's bes' I never do.

 So we settle on de reever wit' de bush for miles behin' us— Here we buil' de firse log shaintee, only me an' Rosalie— Dat 's de woman help her husban'! an' w'en winter come an' fin' us We was ready waitin' for heem jus' as happy as could be. 

Here we buil' de firse log shaintee, only me an' Rosalie—

We was ready waitin' for heem jus' as happy as could be.

 Bar'l o' pork an' good potato, wan or two oder t'ing too Leetle w'isky, plaintee flour, an' wood-pile stannin' near— Don't min' de hardes' winter, an' fat enough in spring too— De folk dat 's comin' handy w'en you want de contree clear! 

Leetle w'isky, plaintee flour, an' wood-pile stannin' near—

De folk dat 's comin' handy w'en you want de contree clear!

 Rosalie, you see her outside on de porch dere wit' her knittin'— Yass, of course I know she 's changin' since de day she marry me— An' she 'll never sit no more dere on de fence lak leetle kitten— 
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