The Habitants Summer

O, who can blame de winter, never min’
de hard he ‘s blowin’
‘Cos w’en de tam is comin’ for passin’ on
hees roun’
De firse t’ing he was doin’ is start de sky a
snowin’
An’ mak’ de nice w’ite blanket, for cover up
de groun’ .

An’ de groun’ she go a’sleepin’ t’roo all de
stormy season,
Restin’ from her work las’ summer, till she ‘s
waken by the rain
Dat le bon Dieu sen’ some morning, an’ of
course dat ‘s be de reason
Ev’ry year de groun’ she ‘s lookin’ jus’ as
fresh an’ young again.

Den you geev her leetle sunshine, w’en de snow
go off an’ leave her
Let de sout’ win’ blow upon her, an’ you see
beeg changes now
Wit’ de steam arisin’ from her jus’ de sam’ she
got de fever,
An’ not many day is passin’ w’en she ‘s
ready for de plow.

We don’t bodder wit’ no spring-tam w’ere de
rain she ‘s alway fallin’ ,
Two, t’ree mont’ , or mebbe longer, on de
place beyon’ de sea,
W’ere some bird he ‘s nam’ de cuckoo, spen’
de mos’ hees tam a-callin’
But for fear he wet hees fedder, hide away
upon de tree.

On de swamp beside de reever, mebbe jus’
about de fly-tam
W’ere it ‘s very hard to see heem, we hear
de wo-wa-raw,
Dat ‘s w’at you call de bull-frog, singin’
“more rum”, all de night-tam.
He ‘s only kin’ of cuckoo we got on Cana-
daw

No, we have n’t got dat feller, but we got some
bird can beat heem,
An’ we hear dem, an’ we see dem, jus’ so
soon de winter go,
So never min’ de cuckoo for we ‘re not afraid
to meet heem,
W’enever he was ready, wit’ our own petits
oiseaux.

An’ dey almos’ come togeder, lak de spring
an’ summer wedder,
Blue-bird wan day, pie-blanche nex’ day,
geevin’ out deir leetle note,
Affer dat we see de robin’ , an’ de gouglou on
de medder,
Den le roi, de red bird ‘s comin’ , dressim on
hees sojer coat.

W ‘en de grosbec on de pine tree, wak’ you
early wit’ hees singin’ ,
W’en you lissen to de pa’tridge a-beatin’on
hees drum,
W’en de w’ole place roun’ about you wit’
musique is a-ringin’ ,
Den you know de winter ‘s over, an’ de
summer day is come.

See de apple blossom showin’ , see de clover
how it ‘s growin’
Watch de trout, an’ way dey ‘re playin’ on
de reever down below,
Ah! de cunning leetle feller, easy see how well
dey ‘re knowin’
We ‘re too busy now for ketch dem an’ dat ‘s
w’y dey ‘re jompin’ so.

For de mos’ fine summer season don’t las’ too
long, an’ we know it,
So we ‘re workin’ ev’rybody, w’ile de sun is
warm and clear,
Dat ‘s de tam for plant de barley, an’ de injun
corn we sow it,
W’en de leaf upon de maple ‘s jus’ de size
of squirrel’s ear.

‘Noder job is feexin’ fences, if we don ‘t be lak
de las’ year,
W’en de Durham bull he ‘s pullin’ nearly all
de fence away,
An’ dat sapree champion taureau let de cattle
out de pasture
So dey ‘re playin’ on de devil wit’ de oat
an’ wit’ de hay.

Yass, de farmer ‘s offen worry, an’ it some-
tam mak’ heem snappy,
For no sooner wan job’s finish, dan he got
two t’ousan’ more,
But he ‘s glad for see de summer, w’en all de
worl’ she ‘s happy,
An’ ev’ryt’ing aroun’ heem was leevin’ out
o’door.

Now de ole sheep ‘s takin’ young wan up de
hillside, an’ dey feed dem
W’ere de nice short grass is growin’ sweeter
dan it grow below,
Ev’ry morning off dey’re goin’ an’ it ‘s
pleasan’ t’ing to see dem
Lookin’ jus’ lak leetle snow-ball all along de
green coteau.

Dere ‘s de hen too, wit’ her chicken, O how
moche dey mak’ her bodder
Watchin’ dem mos’ ev’ry minute, fearin’ dey
was go astray
But w’en mountain hawk he ‘s comin’ den
how quick dey fin’ de moder
An’ get onderneat’ her fedder till de dan-
ger ‘s pass away.

An’ jus’ see de turkey gobbler, an’ lissen’ to
heem talkin’
No wonder he ‘s half crazee, an’ spikin’ out
so loud,
W’en you meet heem on de roadside wit’ hees
wife an’ chil’ren walkin’,
It ‘s kipin’ heem so busy lookin’ affer such
a crowd.

Dat ‘s about de way we ‘re leevin’ , dat ‘s a
few t’ing we ‘re seein’ ,
W’en de nice warm summer sun is shinin’
down on Canadaw,
An’ no matter w’at I’m hearin’ , still I never
feel lak bein’
No oder stranger feller, me, but only habi-
tant.

For dere ‘s no place lak our own place, don’t
care de far you ‘re goin’
Dat ‘s w’at de whole worl’s sayin’, w’enever
dey come here,
‘Cos we got de fines’ contree, an’ de beeges’
reever flowin’
An’ le bon Dieu sen’ de sunshine nearly
twelve mont’ ev’ry year.