Ma name's Bateese Trudeau no more, but John B. Waterhole!"

"Hole on de water's" fonny name for man w'at's call Trudeau
Ma frien's dey all was spik lak dat, an' I am tole heem so--
He say "Trudeau an' Waterhole she's jus' about de sam'
An' if you go for leev on State, you must have Yankee nam'."

Den we invite heem come wit' us, "Hotel du Canadaw"
W'ere he was treat mos' ev'ry tam, but can't tak' w'isky blanc,
He say dat's leetle strong for man jus' come off Central Fall
An' "tabac Canayen" bedamme! he won't smoke dat at all!--

But fancy drink lak "Collings John" de way he put it down
Was long tam since I don't see dat--I t'ink he's goin' drown!--
An' fine cigar cos' five cent each, an' mak' on Trois-Rivieres
L'enfant! he smoke beeg pile of dem--for monee he don't care!--

I s'pose meseff it's t'ree o'clock w'en we are t'roo dat night
Bateese, hees fader come for heem, an' tak' heem home all right
De ole man say Bateese spik French, w'en he is place on bed--
An' say bad word--but w'en he wake--forget it on hees head--

Wall! all de winter w'en we have soiree dat's grande affaire
Bateese Trudeau, dit Waterhole, he be de boss man dere--
You bet he have beeg tam, but w'en de spring is come encore
He's buy de premiere classe tiquette for go on State some more.

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You 'member w'en de hard tam come on Les Etats Unis