The Habitant and Other French-Canadian Poems by William Henry Drummond
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An' w'en dey form wan compagnie
All dress wit' tuque an' ceinture sash Ma fader tak' hees gun wit' heem An' marche away to Saint Eustache, W'ere many patriots was camp Wit' brave Chenier, deir Capitaine, W'en 'long come English Generale, An' more two t'ousan' sojer man. De patriot dey go on church An' feex her up deir possibill; Dey fight deir bes', but soon fin' out "Canon de bois" no good for kill. An' den de church she come on fire, An' burn almos' down to de groun', So w'at you t'ink our man can do Wit' all dem English armee roun'? 'Poleon, hees sojer never fight More brave as dem poor habitants, Chenier, he try for broke de rank Chenier come dead immediatement. He fall near w'ere de cross is stan' Upon de ole church cimitiere, Wit' Jean Poulin an' Laframboise An' plaintee more young feller dere. |
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