Little Mouse

Get along leetle mouse, kick de snow up behin' you For it's fine winter road we 're travelto- 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 is n'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 must n'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.