"Strike for your home an' your own contree! Strike for your native lan'! Kip workin' away wit' de spade an' hoe, Den jump w'en you hear de bugle blow, For danger 's aroun', above, below, But de bugle will tell if it 's tam to go." 

 An' de chil'ren yell, an' de checker-boar' Don't do her no good at all— An' nobody never jump before Lak de crowd w'en dey hear de call, Dat was de familee,—bet your life I 'm prouder, bâ Gosh! to-day Mese'f, de leetle wan, an' de wife, Dan anyt'ing I can say— 

Don't do her no good at all—

Lak de crowd w'en dey hear de call,

I 'm prouder, bâ Gosh! to-day

Dan anyt'ing I can say—

 'Cos nobody strike on de way we do— For home an' deir own contree— Wit' fedder bed, stove, de cradle too, An' ev'ryt'ing else we see— Pilin' de wagon up ten foot high Goin' along de road— An' de Yankee say as we 're passin' by Dey never see such a load— 

For home an' deir own contree—

An' ev'ryt'ing else we see—

Goin' along de road—

Dey never see such a load—

 So dat 's how we 're comin' to Yamachiche— An' dat 's w'y we 're stayin' here— Jus' to be quiet an' hunt an' feesh, Not'ing at all to fear— An' if ever you lissen de Yankee folk Brag an' kick up de fuss— An' say we 're lak cattle upon de yoke, An' away dey can trot from us— 

An' dat 's w'y we 're stayin' here—

Not'ing at all to fear—

Brag an' kick up de fuss—

An' away dey can trot from us—

 

 "Jus' tell dem de news of Gédéon Plouffe— How he jump wit' de familee." 

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