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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=538438" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Hill Of San Sebastian</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I ought to feel more satisfy an' happy dan<br>I be,<br>For better husban' dan ma own, it 's very<br>hard to fin'<br>An' plaintee woman if dey got such boy an' <br>girl as me<br>Would never have no troub' at all, an' <br>not'ing on deir min'<br>But w'ile dey're alway wit' me, an' dough I<br>love dem all<br>I can't help t'inkin' w'en I watch de chil'ren<br>out at play<br>Of tam I'm jus' lak dat mese'f, an' den de <br>tear will fall<br>For de hill of St. Sebastien is very far away!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It seem so pleasan' w'en I come off here ten<br>year ago<br>An' hardes' work I 'm gettin' den, was never<br>heavy load,<br>De roughes' place is smoot' enough, de<br>quickes' gait is slow<br>For glad I am to foller w'ere Louis lead de<br>road<br>But somet'ing 's comin' over me, I feel it<br>more an' more<br>It 's alway pullin' on de heart, an' stronger<br>ev'ry day,<br>An' O! I long to see again de reever an' de <br>shore<br>W'ere de hill of St. Sebastien is lookin' on<br>de bay!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I use to t'ink it 's fine t'ing once, to stan' upon<br>de door<br>An' see de great beeg medder dere, stretchin'<br>far an' wide,<br>An' smell de pleasan' flower dat grow lak star<br>on de prairie floor,<br>An' watch de spotted antelope was feedin' <br>ev'ry side,<br>How did we gain it, man an' wife, dis lan' was<br>no man 's lan'?<br>By rifle, an' harrow an' plow, shovel an' <br>spade an' hoe<br>De blessin' of good God up above, an' work of<br>our own strong han'<br>Till it stan' on de middle, our leetle nes',<br>w'ere de wheat an' cornfiel' grow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">An' soon de chil'ren fill de house, wit' musique<br>all day long,<br>De sam' ma moder use to sing on de cradle<br>over me,<br>I'm almos' sorry it 's be my fault dey learn<br>dem ole tam song<br>W'at good is it tak' me off lak dat back on<br>ma own countree?<br>Till de reever once more I see again, an' lissen<br>it 's current flow<br>An' dere's Hercule de ferry man cmoin'<br>across de bay!<br>Wat' s use of foolin' me lak dat? for surely I<br>mus' know<br>de hill of St. Sebastien is very far away!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">W'en Louis ketch me dat summer night<br>watchin' de sky above,<br>Seein' de mountain an' de lake, wit' small<br>boat sailin' roun'<br>He kiss me an' say - 'Toinette, I'm glad dis<br>prairie lan' you love<br>For travel de far you can, ma belle, it 's<br>fine 's on top de groun'!'<br>Jus' w'en I 'm lookin' dat beeg cloud too,<br>standin' dere lak a wall!<br>Sam' as de hill I know so well, home on ma<br>own countree.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Good job I was cryin' quiet den, an' Louis<br>can't hear at all<br>But I kiss de poor feller an' laugh, an' never<br>say not'ing-me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">W'at can you do wit' man lak dat, an' w'y am<br>I bodder so?<br>De firse t'ing he might fin' it out, den hees<br>heart will feel it sore<br>An' if he say 'Come home Toinette,' I 'm<br>sure I mus' answer 'No',<br>For if I 'm seein' dat place again, I never<br>return no more!<br>So let de heart break-I don't care, I won't<br>say not'ing-me-<br>I'll mak' dat promise on mese'f, an' kip it<br>night an' day<br>But O! Mon Dieu! how glad, how glad, an' <br>happy I could be<br>If de hill of St. Sebastien was not so far<br>away!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Henry+Drummond">William Henry Drummond</a><div class=q>
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