The Voyageur and Other Poems
 No runnin' aroun' on de crick for heem, No jompin' upon de air, Makin' you sweat till your shirt is wet An' sorry you 're comin' dere— Foolin' away wit' de rod an' line Mebbe de affernoon— For sure as he bite he 's dere all right, An' you 're ketchin' heem very soon— Yass sir! you 're gettin' heem purty soon. 

No jompin' upon de air,

An' sorry you 're comin' dere—

Mebbe de affernoon—

An' you 're ketchin' heem very soon—

Yass sir! you 're gettin' heem purty soon.

 Den tak' heem off home wit' a dozen more An' skin heem so quick you can, Fry heem wit' lard, an' you 'll fin' it hard To say if dere 's on de pan Such feesh as dat on de worl' before Since Adam, you know, is shut Out of de gate w'en he 's comin' home late, As de nice leetle fat barbotte— Dat 's true, de nice leetle sweet barbotte. 

An' skin heem so quick you can,

To say if dere 's on de pan

Since Adam, you know, is shut

As de nice leetle fat barbotte—

Dat 's true, de nice leetle sweet barbotte.

 

 

 

 Lyrics and melody of "The Rossignol" 

 

 

 Lyrics and melody of "The Rossignol"—Concluded 

 


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