You s'pose God love de Yankee
An' de Yankee woman too,
Lak he love de folk at home on Canadaw?
I dunno--'cos if he do,
W'ats de reason he don't geev' dem familee
Is dere anybody hangin' roun' can answer me
Wile I wait an' smoke dis pipe of good tabac?
An' now Ill tole you somet'ing
Mebbe help you bimeby,
An' deres no mistak' its w'at dey call sure sign--
W'en you miss de baby's cry
As you 're goin' mak' some visit on de State
Dats enough--you need n't ax if de trains on tam or late,
You can bet you 're on de Yankee side de line.
Unless deres oder folk dere,
Mebbe wan or two or t'ree,
Canayen is comin' workin' on de State--
Den you see petite Marie
Leetle Joe an' Angelique, Hormisdas an' Dieudonné,
But you can't tole half de nam'--it don't matter any way--
sides de fader he don't t'ink it's not'ing great.
De moder, you can see her
An' she got de basket dere
Wit' de fine t'ing for de chil'ren nice an' slick--
For dey can't get fat on air--
Cucumber, milk, an' onion, some leetle cake also
De ole gran'moders makin' on de farm few days ago--
W'ats use buy dollar dinner mak' dem sick?
But look de Yankee woman
Wit' de book upon her han',
Readin', readin', an' her husban', he can't get
Any chance at all, poor man,
For sit down, de way de seat's all pile up wit' magazine--
De t'ing lak dat on Canadaw is never, never seen.
Would n't she be better wit' some chil'ren? Wall! you bet!
No wonder dey was bringin'
For helpin' dem along
So many kin' of feller I dunno--
Chinee washee from Kong Kong
An' w'at dey call Da-go, was work for dollar a day,
But w'en dey mak' some money, off dey 're goin', right away--
Dats de reason dey was get de nam' Da-go.
Of course so long dey 're comin'
From ev'ry place dey can,
Not knowin' moche, deres not'ing fuss about
Only boss de stranger man--
But now dem gang of feller dats come across de sea--
Hes gettin' leetle smarter, an' he got de familee--
So Uncle Sam mus' purty soon look out.
I wonder he don't know it--
Its funny he don't see
Deres somet'ing else dan money day an' night--
Non--hell work hese'f cra-zee,
Den travel roun' de worl', an' use de money too--
De King hese'f can't spen' lak de Yankee man is do--
But w'eres de leetle chil'ren? dat's not right!
W'ats use of all de money
If dere ain't some boy an' girl
Mak' it pleasan' for de Yankee an' hees wife
W'en dey travel on de worl'?
For me an' Eugenie deres not'ing we lak bes'
Dan gader up de chil'ren an' get dem nicely dress--
W'y its more dan half de pleasure of our life.
I love de Yankee woman
An' de Yankee man also,
An' mebbe deyll be wiser bimeby--
But I lak dem all to know
If dey want to kip deir own, let dem raise de familee--
An' den deyll boss de contree from de mountain to de sea,
For dey 're smart enough to do it if dey try.
