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American Ballads and Folk Songs
Frainchman he don't lak to die in de fall, When de mairsh she am so full of de game
An' de leetle boolfrog he's roll verra fat An' de leetle mooshrat he's jus' de same*
Come, all you great beeg Canada man Who want fin' work on Meesh-e-gan,
Dere's beeg log drive all troo our Ian', You sure fin' work on Meesh-e-gan.
When you come drive de beeg saw log,
You have to jump jus' lak de frog, De foreman come, he say go sak,
You got in de watair all over your back.
P'rhaps you work on drive tree-four day, You fin' dat drive dat she don' pay,
You go to Sag-e-naw right away,
Wait roun' tree-four day 'fore you get your pay.
Mebbe you stay in Sag-e-naw tree-four week, You get de ague, you feel damn seek,
One ounce quinine, two poun' cal-o-mel, You tak all dose 'fore you got well*
Now all you great beeg Canada man Who want fin' work on Meesh-e-gan,
Dere's great beeg snake all troo our Ian', You sure get bit on Meesh-e-gan.