The Habitant and Other French-Canadian Poems by William Henry Drummond
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An' jomp on hees bat' tubbe an' try go shore.
W'en he's pass on de bat', he say "Hooraw!" An' commence right away for mak' some sing; I'm sure you can hear heem ten-twelve arpent 'Bout "Brittanie, she alway mus' boss somet'ing." Dat's all I will tole you jus' now, my frien'; I s'pose you don't know de more fonny case, But if Englishman go on wood again I'll have more storee w'en you pass my place. WHEN ALBANI SANG. Was workin' away on de farm dere, wan morning not long ago, Feexin' de fence for winter--'cos dat's w'ere we got de snow! W'en Jeremie Plouffe, ma neighbor, come over an' spik wit' me, "Antoine, you will come on de city, for hear Ma-dam All-ba-nee?" "W'at you mean?" I was sayin' right off, me, "Some woman was mak' de speech, Or girl on de Hooraw Circus, doin' high kick an' screech?" |
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