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William Henry Drummond - De Stove Pipe Hole
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Dat`s very cole an` stormy night on Village St. Mathieu,
W`en ev`ry wan he`s go couché, an` dog was quiet, too--
Young Dominique is start heem out see Emmeline Gourdon,
Was leevin` on her fader`s place, Maxime de Forgeron.

Poor Dominique he`s lak dat girl, an` love her mos` de tam,
An` she was mak` de promise--sure--some day she be his famme,
But she have worse ole fader dat`s never on de worl`,
Was swear onless he`s riche lak diable, no feller`s get hees girl.

He`s mak` it plaintee fuss about hees daughter Emmeline,
Dat`s mebbe nice girl, too, but den, Mon Dieu, she`s not de queen!
An` w`en de young man`s come aroun` for spark it on de door,
An` hear de ole man swear "Bapteme!" he`s never come no more.

Young Dominique he`s sam` de res`,--was scare for ole Maxime,
He don`t lak risk hese`f too moche for chances seein` heem,
Dat`s only stormy night he come, so dark you cannot see,
An dat`s de reason w`y also, he`s climb de gallerie.

De girl she`s waitin` dere for heem--don`t care about de rain,
So glad for see young Dominique he`s comin` back again,
Dey bote forget de ole Maxime, an` mak de embrasser
An affer dey was finish dat, poor Dominique is say--

"Good-bye, dear Emmeline, good-bye; I`m goin` very soon,
For you I got no better chance, dan feller on de moon--
It`s all de fault your fader, too, dat I be go away,
He`s got no use for me at all--I see dat ev`ry day.

"He`s never meet me on de road but he is say `Sapré!`
An` if he ketch me on de house I`m scare he`s killin` me,
So I mus` lef` ole St. Mathieu, for work on `noder place,
An` till I mak de beeg for-tune, you never see ma face."

Den Emmeline say "Dominique, ma love you`ll alway be
An` if you kiss me two, t`ree tam I`ll not tole noboddy--
But prenez garde ma fader, please, I know he`s gettin ole--
All sam` he offen walk de house upon de stockin` sole.

"Good-bye, good-bye, cher Dominique! I know you will be true,
I don`t want no riche feller me, ma heart she go wit` you."
Dat`s very quick he`s kiss her den, before de fader come,
But don`t get too moche pleasurement--so `fraid de ole Bonhomme.

Wall! jus` about dey`re half way t`roo wit all dat love beez-nesse
Emmeline say, "Dominique, w`at for you`re scare lak all de res?
Don`t see mese`f moche danger now de ole man come aroun`,"
W`en minute affer dat, dere`s noise, lak` house she`s fallin` down.

Den Emmeline she holler "Fire! will no wan come for me?"
An Dominique is jomp so high, near bus` de gallerie,--
"Help! help! right off," somebody shout, "I`m killin` on ma place,
It`s all de fault ma daughter, too, dat girl she`s ma disgrace."

He`s kip it up long tam lak dat, but not hard tellin` now,
W`at`s all de noise upon de house--who`s kick heem up de row?
It seem Bonhomme was sneak aroun` upon de stockin` sole,
An` firs` t`ing den de ole man walk right t`roo de stove pipe hole.

W`en Dominique is see heem dere, wit` wan leg hang below,
An` `noder leg straight out above, he`s glad for ketch heem so--
De ole man can`t do not`ing, den, but swear and ax for w`y
Noboddy tak` heem out dat hole before he`s comin` die.

Den Dominique he spik lak dis, "Mon cher M`sieur Gourdon
I`m not riche city feller, me, I`m only habitant,
But I was love more I can tole your daughter Emmeline,
An` if I marry on dat girl, Bagosh! she`s lak de Queen.

"I want you mak de promise now, before it`s come too late,
An` I mus` tole you dis also, dere`s not moche tam for wait.
Your foot she`s hangin` down so low, I`m `fraid she ketch de cole,
Wall! if you give me Emmeline, I pull you out de hole."

Dat mak` de ole man swear more hard he never swear before,
An` wit` de foot he`s got above, he`s kick it on de floor,
"Non, non," he say "Sapré tonnerre! she never marry you,
An` if you don`t look out you get de jail on St. Mathieu."

"Correc`," young Dominique is say, "mebbe de jail`s tight place,
But you got wan small corner, too, I see it on de face,
So if you don`t lak geev de girl on wan poor habitant,
Dat`s be mese`f, I say, Bonsoir, mon cher M`sieur Gourdon."

"Come back, come back," Maxime is shout--I promise you de girl,
I never see no wan lak you--no never on de worl`!
It`s not de nice trick you was play on man dat`s gettin` ole,
But do jus` w`at you lak, so long you pull me out de hole."

"Hooraw! Hooraw!" Den Dominique is pull heem out tout suite
An` Emmeline she`s helpin` too for place heem on de feet,
An` affer dat de ole man`s tak` de young peep down de stair,
W`ere he is go couchè right off, an` dey go on parloir.

Nex` Sunday morning dey was call by M`sieur le CuréGet marry soon, an` ole Maxime geev Emmeline away;
Den affer dat dey settle down lak habitant is do,
An` have de mos` fine familee on Village St. Mathieu.
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