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PETER AMBELAY
(1)
O, my name ie Peter
Ambelay
As you may understand,
I belong to
Prince Edward Island,
Down by the ocean strand.
(2)
In Eighteen Hundred and Eighty-two,
When the flowers were in brilliant hue,
I left my native
country,
My fortune to pursue.
(3)
I hired in New Brunswick,
That lumbering
counteree,
Hired to work in the lumbering woods,
Where they cut the tall spruce tree.
(4)
And loading a sled in the yard,
I received ray deadly
wound
(5)
There's danger on the
ocean,
Where the sea rolls mountains high,
There's danger on the battle-field,
Where the angry bullets
fly.
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(6)
Thera's danger in the lumbering woods,
And death lies silent there.
Soon I became a victim
Unto its monstrous snare.
(7)
Here's adieu unto my father,
'Twas he who drove me
here,
I thought him very cruel.
His
treatment was severe.
(8)
It is not right
to press a boy,
Nor try to keep him down.
'Twill cause him for to leave his home,
When he is far too
young.
(9)
Here's adieu unto my greatest
friend,
I mean my mother dear,
Who raised a
son that fell as soon
As he left her tender
care.
(10)
How little did my mother think,
When she sang lullaby,
What country I must
travel in,
Nor what death I might die.