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William Henry Drummond - The Old Sexton
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I know very well t`was purty hard case
If dere `s not on de worl` some beeger place
Dan village of Cote St. Paul,
But we got mebbe sixty-five house or more
Wit` de blacksmit` shop an` two fine store
Not to speak of de church an` de city hall.

An` of course on village lak dat you fin`
Some very nice girl if you have a min`
To look aroun`, an` we got dem too-
But de fines` of all never wear a ring,
Since first I `m t`inkin` of all dem t`ing,
Was daughter of ole Narcisse Beaulieu.

Narcisse he `s bedeau on de beeg church dere,
He also look affer de presbytere,
An` leev on de house close by,
On Sunday he `s watchin` de leetle boys,
Stoppin` dem kickin` up too much noise,
An` he bury de peop` w`en dey `re comin` die.

So dat `s w`at he do, Narcisse Beaulieu,
An` it `s not very easy I `m tolin` you,
But a purty large heavy load,
For on summer de cow she was run aroun`
An` eat all de flower on de Curé `s groun`
An`before he can ketch her, p-s-s-t! she `s
     down de road.

Dat `s not`ing at all,  for w`en winter come
Narcisse got plaintee more work, ba gum!
Shovellin` snow till hees back was sore,
Makin` some track for de horse an` sleigh,
Kipin` look out dey don `t run away,
An` freezin` outside on de double door.

But w`enever de vault on de church is fill
Wit` de peop` was waitin` down dere ontil
Dey can go on de cimetière,
For fear dem student will come aroun`
An` tak` de poor dead folk off to town
Narcisse offen watch for dem all night dere.

An` de girl Josephine she `s her fader`s pet,
He never see nobody lak her yet,
So w`en he `s goin` on St. Jerome
For travel about on some leetle tour
An` lef` her alone on de house, I`m sure
De house she `s all right w`en he `s comin`
     home.

Wall! nearly t`ree year is come an` go,
De quietes` year de village know,
For dem student don `t show hees face,
An` de peop` is beginnin` to ax w`at for
Dey `re alway goin` on Ile Bizard
An` never pass on our place.

But it `s bully tam for de ole Narcisse,
An` w`en he `s lettin` heem go de pries`
For stay away two t`ree day
He t`ink of course it was purty good chance,
So he buy heem new coat an` pair of pants,
An` go see hees frien` noder side de bay.

An` dat very sam night, ba gosh! it seem
De girl `s not dreamin` some pleasan` dream
For she visit de worse place never seen
Down on T`ree Reever, an` near Kebeck
W`ere robber-man `s chokin` her on de neck-
De poor leetle Josephine!

So she `s risin` up den and she tak` de gun
An` off on de winder she quickly run
For fear she might need a shot
An` dem student he `s comin` across de square
Right on de front of de cimetière
An` carryin` somet`ing -you know w`at!

So she `s takin` good aim on de beeges` man
Abn` pull de trigger de hard she can,
An` he `s yellin` an` don he go,
Hees frien` dey say not`ing, but clear out quick,
Dat `s way Josephine she was playin` trick
On feller was treatin` poor dead folk so!

Den she kick up a row an` begin` to feel
Very sorry right off for de boy she keel
An` de nex` t`ing she `s startin` cry
An` call on her fader an` moder too,
Poor leetle Josephine Beaulieu,
An` wishin` she`d lak to die.

But she did n`t die den, an` he `s leevin` yet—
Dat feller was comin` so near hees deat`-
For she nursin` heem back to life,
Dey `re feexin` it someway, I dunno how,
But dey `re marry an` leev`in de city now
An` she `s makin` heem firse classe wife.

An` Narcisse hese`f he was alway say,
"It `s fonny t`ing how it come dat way
But I `m not very sorry at all,
Course I know ma son he `s not doin` right,
But man he was haulin` aroun` dat night
Is worse ole miser on Cote St. Paul."
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