William Henry Drummond Poems |
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Was an Irish-born Canadian poet.
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William Henry Drummond's poems
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1 You can pass on de worl' w'erever you lak,
2 Tak' de steamboat for go Angleterre,
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Doth then the world go thus? doth all thus move?
Is this the justice which on earth we find?
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1 You bad leetle boy, not moche you care
2 How busy you 're kipin' your poor gran'pere
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THAT zephyr every year
So soon was heard to sigh in forests here,
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My thoughts hold mortal strife;
I do detest my life,
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1 On wan dark night on Lac St. Pierre,
2 De win' she blow, blow, blow,
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My lute, be as thou wert when thou didst grow
With thy green mother in some shady grove,
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