boule-le

Updated: May 23, 2025

Baptiste stepped out to look at the sky. "Come," he cried, returning. "We can stop now, it is growing gray in the east, almost morning." "But not yet," said Nataline; "we must wait for the first red. A few more turns. Let's finish it up with a song." She shook her head and piped up the refrain of the old Canadian chanson: "En roulant ma boule-le roulant En roulant ma bou-le."

Henry Van Dyke - The Ruling Passion; tales of nature and human nature