An’ w’en off across de mountain some wan’s sick an’ want de docteur,
« Mus’ be fine trip crossin’ over for watch de sun go down,
Makin’ all dem purly color, lak w’at you call de rainbow ! »
Dat’ s way de peop’ is talkin’ was leevin on de town !
But it isn’t alway summer on de contree, an’ de docteur
He could tole you many story of de storm dat he’s been in,
How hees coonskin coat corne handy w’en de win’ blow off de reever,
For if she’s sam’ ole reever, she’s not alway sam’ old win’ !
An’ de mountain dat’s so quiet w’en de w’ite cloud go a-sailin’
All about her on de summer w’ere de sheep is feedin’ high,
You should see her on December w’en de snow is pilin’ ’roun’ her !
An’ all de win’ of winter come tearin’ t’roo de sky !
Oh ! le bon Dieu help de docteur w’en de message corne to call heem,
From hees warm bed on de night tam for visit come poor man,
Lyin’ sick across de hill side on noder side de reever,
An’ he hear de mountain roarin’ lak de beeg Shaw-in-i-gan !
Ah ! well he know de warning, but he can’t stay till de morning,
So he’s hitchin’ up hees leetle horse, an’ put heem on berlot,
Den w’en he’s feex de buffalo, an’ w’issle to hees pony.
Away t’roo storm an’ hurricane de contree docteur go !
O ! de small canadian pony ! dat’s de horse can walk de snow-dreef
Dat’s de horse can fin’ de road too, he’s never been before !
Kip your heart up leetle feller, for dere’s many mile before you,
An’ it’s purty hard job tellin’ w’en you see your stable door !
Yass, de docteur he can tole you if he have de tam for tellin’
All about de bird was singin’ before de summer lef
For he’s got dem on hees bureau, an’ he’s doin it hes’ef too,
An’ de las’ tam I was dere — me — I see dem all mese’f !
