Little Mouse

Get along leetle mouse, kick de snow up

    behin' you

 For it's fine winter road we 're travel to-

    night

Wit' de moon an' de star shinin' up on de sky

    dere

 W'y it 's almos' de sam' as de broad day

    light.

 De bell roun' your body it 's quick tune dey 're

    playin'

 But your foot 's kippin' tam jus' as steady

    can be,

Ah! you dance youse'f crazy if only I let you,

 Ma own leetle pony - petite souris.

You 'member w'en firse we be tryin' for broke

    you

 An' Joe Sauvageau bet hees two dollar bill

He can drive you alone by de bridge on de

    reever

 An' down near de place w'ere dey got de

    beeg mill.

An' it 's new cariole too, is come from St.

    Felix

 Jo-seph 's only buyin' it week before,

An' w'en he is passin' de road wit' hees trotter

 Ev'ry body was stan' on de outside door.

An' dere he sit, sam' he don't care about

    not'ing

 Hees foot on de dashboar', hees han' on de

    line

Ev'ry dog on de place is come out for barkin'

 An' all de young boy he was runnin' behin' .

Wall! sir, Joe's put on style leetle soon for

    hees pleasure

 For w'en de mill w'issle, you jomp  lak de

    cat

An' nex' t'ing poor Joe is commencin' get

    busy,

 Non! I never see fine run-away lak dat.

'Way go de pony den -  'way go de cariole,

 Poor Joe say  "good-bye" on de foot of de

    hill

An' all he can see of de sleigh de nex' morning

 Is jus' about pay for hees two dollar bill.

Ah!  your right nam' jus' den should be leetle

    devil

 An' not leetle mouse, de sam' you have now.

Wall! dat 's long ago, an' you 're gettin' more

    quiet

 Since tam you was never done kickin' de

    row.

But I 'm not very sorry de firse day I see you

 Settle down on de trot lak your fader he get

W'en he beat Sorel Boy on de ice at T'ree

    Reever

 Bes' two on t'ree heat, an' win all de bet.

Your moder she's come off de Lachapelle stock

    too

 Ole Canayen blood from Berthier en haut

De bes' kin' of horse never look on de halter

 So it isn't moche wonder you know how to

    go.

Dat's church bell we're hearin' off dere on de

    hillside

 Get along leetle mouse, for we mustn't be

    late,

Fin' your way t'roo de res' of dem crowdin' de

    roadside

 You 'll never get better chance showin' your

    gait.

Wall! church is all over, an' Josephine's comin'

 For drive wit' us home on her gran'moder 's

    house

So tak' your own tam an' don't be on de hurry

 Your slowes' gait 's quick enough now, leetle

    mouse.