The Habitant and Other French-Canadian Poems by William Henry Drummond
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An' plaintee Canayens go back for stay deir own contree?
Wall! jus' about 'dat tam again I go Riviere du Loup For sole me two t'ree load of hay--mak' leetle visit too-- De freight train she is jus' arrive--only ten hour delay-- She's never carry passengaire--dat's w'at dey always say-- I see poor man on char caboose--he's got heem small valise Begosh! I nearly tak' de fit,--It is--it is Bateese! He know me very well dis tam, an' say "Bon jour, mon vieux I hope you know Bateese Trudeau was educate wit' you I'm jus' come off de State to see ma familee encore I bus' mesef on Central Fall--I don't go dere no more." "I got no monee--not at all--I'm broke it up for sure-- Dat's locky t'ing, Napoleon, de brakeman Joe Latour He's cousin of wan frien' of me call Camille Valiquette, Conductor too's good Canayen--don't ax me no tiquette." I tak' Bateese wit' me once more "Hotel du Canadaw" An' he was glad for get de chance drink some good w'isky blanc! Dat's warm heem up, an den he eat mos' ev'ryt'ing he see, I watch de w'ole beez-nesse mese'f--Monjee! he was hongree! Madame Charette wat's kip de place get very much excite For see de many pork an' bean Bateese put out of sight Du pain dore--potate pie--an' 'noder t'ing be dere But w'en Bateese is get heem t'roo--dey go I don't know w'ere. It don't tak' long for tole de news "Bateese come off de State" |
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