Here you will find the Poem The Red Canoe of poet William Henry Drummond
De win' is sleepin' in de pine, but O! de night is black! An' all day long de loon bird cry on Lac Waya- gamack- No light is shinin' by de shore for helpin' steer heem t'roo W'en out upon de night, Ubalde he tak' de red canoe. I hear de paddle dip, dip, dip! wance more I hear de loon- I feel de breeze was show de way for storm dat 's comin' soon, An' den de sky fly open wit' de lightning splittin' t'roo- An' 'way beyon' de point I see de leetle red canoe. It 's dark again, but lissen how across Waya- gamack De tonder 's roarin' loud, an' now de mount- ains answer back- I wonder wit' de noise lak dat, he hear me, le bon Dieu W'en on ma knee I ax Heem save de leetle red canoe! Is dat a voice, so far away, it die upon ma hear? Or only win' was foolin' me, an' w'isperin' 'Belzemire?' Yaas, yaas, Ubalde, your Belzemire she 's prayin' hard for you- An' den again de lightning come, but w'ere 's de red canoe? Dey say I 'm mad, dem foolish folk, cos w'en de night is black An' w'en de wave lak snow-dreef come on Lac Wayagamack I tak' de place w'ere long ago we use to sit, us two, An' wait until de lightning bring de leetle red canoe.
