The Hill Of San Sebastian

By William Henry Drummond

I ought to feel more satisfy an' happy dan

  I be,

For better husban' dan ma own, it 's very

  hard to fin'

An' plaintee woman if dey got such boy an'

  girl as me

Would never have no troub' at all, an'

  not'ing on deir min'

But w'ile dey're alway wit' me, an' dough I

  love dem all

  I can't help t'inkin'  w'en I watch de chil'ren

  out at play

Of tam I'm jus' lak dat mese'f, an' den de

  tear will fall

For de hill of St. Sebastien is very far away!

It seem so pleasan' w'en I come off here ten

  year ago

An' hardes' work I 'm gettin' den, was never

  heavy load,

De roughes' place is smoot' enough, de

  quickes' gait is slow

For glad I am to foller w'ere Louis lead de

  road

But somet'ing 's comin' over me, I feel it

  more an' more

It 's alway pullin' on de heart, an' stronger

  ev'ry day,

An' O! I long to see again de reever an' de

  shore

W'ere de hill of St. Sebastien is lookin' on

  de bay!

I use to t'ink it 's fine t'ing once, to stan' upon

  de door

An' see de great beeg medder dere,  stretchin'

  far an' wide,

An' smell de pleasan' flower dat grow lak star

  on de prairie floor,

An' watch de spotted antelope was feedin'

  ev'ry side,

How did we gain it, man an' wife, dis lan' was

  no man 's lan'?

By rifle, an' harrow an' plow, shovel an'

  spade an' hoe

De blessin' of good God up above, an' work of

  our own strong han'

Till it stan' on de middle, our leetle nes',

  w'ere de wheat an' cornfiel' grow.

An' soon de chil'ren fill de house, wit' musique

  all day long,

De sam' ma moder use to sing on de cradle

  over me,

I'm almos' sorry it 's be my fault dey learn

  dem ole tam song

W'at good is it tak' me off lak dat back on

  ma own countree?

Till de reever once more I see again, an' lissen

  it 's current flow

An' dere's Hercule de ferry man cmoin'

  across de bay!

Wat' s use of foolin' me lak dat? for surely I

  mus' know

de hill of St. Sebastien is very far away!

W'en Louis ketch me dat summer night

  watchin' de sky above,

Seein' de mountain an' de lake, wit' small

  boat sailin' roun'

He kiss me an' say - "Toinette, I'm glad dis

  prairie lan' you love

For travel de far you can, ma belle, it 's

  fine 's on top de groun'!"

Jus' w'en I 'm lookin' dat beeg cloud too,

  standin' dere lak a wall!

Sam' as de hill I know so well, home on ma

  own countree.

Good job I was cryin' quiet den, an' Louis

  can't hear at all

But I kiss de poor feller an' laugh, an' never

  say not'ing—me.

W'at can you do wit' man lak dat, an' w'y am

  I bodder so?

De firse t'ing he might fin' it out, den hees

  heart will feel it sore

An' if he say "Come home Toinette," I 'm

  sure I mus' answer "No",

For if I 'm seein' dat place again, I never

  return no more!

So let de heart break—I don't care, I won't

  say not'ing—me—

I'll mak' dat promise on mese'f, an' kip it

    night an' day

But O! Mon Dieu!  how glad, how glad, an'

  happy I could be

If de hill of St. Sebastien was not so far

  away!