BORD á Plouffe, Bord á Plouffe, <br />W'at do I see w'en I dream of you? <br />A shore w'ere de water is racin' by, <br />A small boy lookin', an' wonderin' w'y <br />He can't get fedder for goin' fly <br />Lak de hawk makin' ring on de summer sky. <br />Dat 's w'at I see. <br /> <br />Bord á Plouffe, Bord á Plouffe, <br />W'at do I hear w'en i dream of you? <br />Too many t'ing for sleepin' well! <br />De song of de ole tam cariole bell, <br />De voice of dat girl from Sainte Angèle <br />(I geev' her a ring was mark 'fidèle') <br />Dat 's what I hear. <br /> <br />Bord á Plouffe, Bord á Plouffe, <br />W'at do I smoke w'en I dream of you? <br />Havana cigar from across de sea, <br />An' get dem for not'ing too? No siree! <br />Dere 's only wan kin' of tabac for me. <br />An' it grow on de Rivière des Prairies- <br />Dat 's what I smoke. <br /> <br />Bord á Plouffe, Bord á Plouffe, <br />How go I feel w'en I t'ink of you? <br />Sick, sick for the ole place way back dere- <br />An' to sleep on ma own leetle room upstair <br />W'ere de ghos' on de chimley mak' me scare <br />I 'd geev' more monee dan I can spare- <br />Dat 's how I feel. <br /> <br />Bord á Plouffe, Bord á Plouffe, <br />W'at will I do w'en I 'm back wit' you? <br />I 'll buy de farm of Bonhomme Martel, <br />Long tam he 's been waitin' a chance to sell, <br />Den pass de nex' morning on Sainte Angèle, <br />An' if she 's not marry -dat girl- very well, <br />Dat 's w'at I 'll do.<br /><br />William Henry Drummond<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dreams-471/
