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William Henry Drummond - Marie Louise
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Dis was de story of boy an` girl
Dat `s love each oder above de worl`
But it `s not easy job for mak` l`amour
W`en de girl she `s riche an` de boy he `s poor
All de sam` he don`t worry an` she don`t cry,
But wait for good chances come bimedy.

Young Marie Louise Hurtubuise
Was leev wit` her meder la veuve Denise
On fines` house on de w`ole chemin
From Caribou reever to St. Germain
For ole woamn `s boss on de grande moulin.

W`ere dere `s nice beeg dam, water all de tam
An`season t`roo runnin` jus` de sam`
Wit` good leetle creek comin` off de hill
Was helpin` de reever for work de mill
So de grande moulin she is never still.

No wonder Denise she was hard to please
W`en de boy come sparkin` Marie Louise
For affer de foreman Bazile is pay
De mill she `s bringin` t`ree dollar a day
An` for makin` de monee, dat `s easy way.

An` de girl Marie, O! she`s tres jolie,
Jompin` aroun lak de summer bee
She `s never short plaintee t`ing to do
An` mebbe she ketch leetle honey too,
`Cos she `s jus` as sweet as de morning dew.

An` w`en she was dress on her Sunday bes`
An` walk wit` her moder on seconde mess
Dere `s not`ing is bring de young man so fas`
An` dey stan` on door of church en masse
So res` of de peop` dey can hardly pass.

An` she know musique, `cos on Chris`mas week
W`en organ man on de church is sick
(S`pose he got de grippe) dat girl she play
Lak college professor, de pries` is say
Till de place it was crowd nearly ev`ry day.

Ole le Curé Belair of St. Pollinaire,
Dat `s parish ten mile noder side riviere,
If he `s not gettin` mad, it was funny t`ing
W`en hees young man fly lak bird on de wing
Wit` nobody lef` behin` to sing.

An` nex` t`ing dey know it `s comin` so
Dat mos` of de girl she got no beau,
An` of course dat`s makin` de jealousie
For w`en de young feller he see Marie
He see not`ing else on hees eye, sapree!

Mus` be somet`ing done sure as de gun,
It`s all very well for de boy have fun
But dere `s noder t`ing too, must n`t  be forget,
Dere `s two fine parish dat `s all upset
An` mebbe de troub` is n`t over yet.

So ev`ry wan say de only way
Is gettin` young Marie Louise mariée,
Den dey have beeg meetin` on magasin,
W`ere he sit on de chair Aleck Sanschagrin,
An` dey  `point heem for go on de grande 
   moulin.

But w`en Aleck come dere for arrange affaire,
Ole Madame Denise she was mak` heem scare
For jus` on de minute she see hees face
She know right away all about de case
An` she tole Bazile t`row heem off de place.

Now de young Bazile he was t`ink good deal
Of Marie Louise an` he `s ready for keel
Any feller come foolin` aroun` de door
So he kick dat man till he `s feelin` sore,
An` Aleck he never got back no more.

If it `s true w`at dey say, Joe Boulanger
Was crazy to fight Irish man wan day
W`en he steal all de pork on hees dinner can,
Den it is n`t so very hard onderstan`
Bazile Latour mus` be darn smart man.

For nobody know de poor feller Joe
W`en he `s come from de grande moulin below
`Cept hees moder,  dat`s tole heem mak` prom-
   ise sure
Kip off on de mill, an` Bazile Latour,
(But it `s long before doctor can mak` heem
   cure).

Den de ole Denise she was very please,
 An` nex` day spik wit` Marie Louise,
"Ma girl, I got de right man for you
If you can only jus` love heem true,
Bazile dat young feller, I t`ink he `ll do."

"Wall! Moder he `s poor, Bazile Latour,
But if you t`ink you will lak heem sure
I `ll try an` feex it mese`f some day
For you `ve been de good moder wit` me
   alway"
An` dat `s w`at Marie Louise she say.

So it `s comin` right affer all de fight,
An` de parish don`t see de more finer sight
Dan w`en dey get marry on St. Germain
W`y de buggy she `s pilin` de w`ole chemin
All de way from de church to de grande moulin.
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