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We stopped at Pond Island and
looking around,
Two very young pigeons
Harry and Eric found.
The pigeons being small, we
let them stay,
And for Upper Pigeon
Island we went on our way.
Arrived at the Island Harry and
Eric got ashore,
While Bill and I proceeded
our boat to moor.
Better luck this time as two
pigeons we got,
Of black-berries also
we picked a fine lot.
We now moved on to the Island
below,
A matter of a hundred
yards or so.
Shut off the engine, made the
boat fast,
Then over the hill for
pigeons we passed.
Two pigeons Bill and I got and
hard work we had,
As the stink from the
nest was almighty bad.
And finding no more pigeons
we started out
Picking black-berries
there being lots about.
When Bill's "Sunlight Cap"
was full to the brim,
We started back when
Bill says "Jim"
Just look at Harry there sitting
down,
With feathers and feathers
all over the ground.
There was no sign of Eric anywhere
to be seen,
As we left Harry behind
his pigeons to clean.
Then we struck a few blueberries
so big and blue,
That we stopped and picked
a handful or two.
As I went down a gulch I heard
Bill bawl,
Oh! where in the world
is Eric at all.
The boat! The boat! just look
at her, do:
Come on Harry here's
a job for you.
For here is our boat a length
from the shore,
We'll never let Eric
moor a boat anymore.
We have no string, no sticks
can we get,
So Harry my boy you'll
have to get wet.
Seeing no other remedy Harry
stripped off his clothes,
And with a big splash
in the water he goes.
Making a few strokes he hauled
himself in,
When the gangboards rose
up right under him.
At first he was startled then
with a jump,
In the water again he
went kerflump.
And Bill thought for sure Harry
was out of his mind
Coming back to shore
with the boat left behind.
As Harry landed he gave Bill's
berries a kick,
That says he is
for playing such a trick:
Poor Bill he was innocent of
that there's no doubt
T'was all the fault of
Eric Rideout.
Eric had untied the painter and
let the boat go,
Then coiled under the
gangboards below.
Waited till Harry from the water
arose,
Then jumped up, right
under his nose.
After we all calmed down and
feeling hungry,
We left for Pond Island
to have our tea.
We filled our kettle from the
pond,
Then motored a little
further on.
The sun through the clouds on
the water it shone,
We soon had a fire and
the kettle put on.
We ate our lunch such a big
blowout,
We were almost too full
to walk about.
And when the sun went out of
sight,
We left for home all
merry and bright.
Arrived back home about nine-thirty,
Which is the end of this
ryhme by me.