The dance at Joe Chevalier, and other poems . De Spring Call of de Loon I AS spring, I am down on de mash, An de souwes win was blow,An de voices out in de moonlightWas singin sof an low. De raindrops patter gently,An I tink I am gettin hoi,An I go to de door an lissen,An de win blow warm, den cold, 1!) De Spring Call of de Loon. An de mallards, dey was callin,An de widgeon whistle, too,Do de soun is hoi lak de mash,In de Spring- dey is always new. An den I go back to de fire,An am halmos go to sleep,When a soun come over de mashDat mek my pulses leap. I jomp to my feet an lissen,Wid de echo i

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The dance at Joe Chevalier, and other poems . De Spring Call of de Loon I AS spring, I am down on de mash, An de souwes win was blow,An de voices out in de moonlightWas singin sof an low. De raindrops patter gently,An I tink I am gettin hoi,An I go to de door an lissen,An de win blow warm, den cold, 1!) De Spring Call of de Loon. An de mallards, dey was callin,An de widgeon whistle, too,Do de soun is hoi lak de mash,In de Spring- dey is always new. An den I go back to de fire,An am halmos go to sleep,When a soun come over de mashDat mek my pulses leap. I jomp to my feet an lissen,Wid de echo in my ear,For dat was a soun I didn hearFor more dan forty year. An den I hear dat call again, Out under de quiet moon, An it ring true as my mudders voice; De Spring call of de loon. Dats why I know dat calls for me,An I anser, loud an clear:20

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