The Red Canoe

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.