Jus' as de sun on de sky go down An' mountain dey seem so fine, Ev'ryt'ing quiet, don't hear a soun', So I 'm lookin' across de line. An' I t'ink of de tam I be leevin' dere On county of Yamachiche, De swamp on de bush w'ere I ketch de hare De reever I use to feesh. 

An' mountain dey seem so fine,

So I 'm lookin' across de line.

On county of Yamachiche,

De reever I use to feesh.

 An' ma wife Elmire w'en she see de tear, She cry leetle bit herse'f— Put her han' on ma neck, an' say, "Ma dear, I 'm sorry we never lef'; But money 's good t'ing, an' dere 's nice folk too, Leevin' upon Vermont— Got plaintee o' work for me an' you— Is dere anyt'ing more we want? 

She cry leetle bit herse'f—

I 'm sorry we never lef';

Leevin' upon Vermont—

Is dere anyt'ing more we want?

 Dere 's w'at dey 're callin' de war beez-nesse— It 's troublesome t'ing, of course, But no gettin' off—mus' strike wit' de res', No matter—it might be worse— We 're savin' along—never lose a day, An' ready w'en bugle blow—" But dat was de very las' word she say, For dere it commence to go, 

It 's troublesome t'ing, of course,

No matter—it might be worse—

An' ready w'en bugle blow—"

For dere it commence to go,

 Blowin' away on de mountain dere, W'ere snow very seldom melts, Down by de reever an' ev'ryw'ere, We could n't hear not'ing else— Nobody stop to fin' out de place, Too busy for dat to-day— But we never forget de law in de case W'en feller he spik dis way— 

W'ere snow very seldom melts,

We could n't hear not'ing else—

Too busy for dat to-day—

W'en feller he spik dis way—

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