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William Henry Drummond - Ole Docteur Fiset
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Ole Docteur Fiset of Saint Anicet,
  Sapré tonnerre! he was leev long tam!
I`m sure he`s got ninety year or so,
Beat all on de Parish `cept Pierre Courteau,
  An` day affer day he work all de sam`.

Dat house on de hill, you can see it still,
  She`s sam` place he buil` de firs` tam` he come
Behin` it dere`s one leetle small jardin
Got plaintee de bes` tabac Canayen
  Wit` fameuse apple an` beeg blue plum.

An` dey`re all right dere, for de small boy`s scare
  No matter de apple look nice an` red,
For de small boy know if he`s stealin` some
Den Docteur Fiset on dark night he come,
  An` cut leetle feller right off hees head!

But w`en dey was rap, an` tak` off de cap,
  M`sieu` le Docteur he will say "Entrez,"
Den all de boy pass on jardin behin`
W`ere dey eat mos` ev`ryt`ing good dey fin`,
  Till dey can`t go on school nearly two, t`ree day.

But Docteur Fiset, not moche fonne he get,
  Drivin` all over de whole contree,
If de road she`s bad, if de road she`s good,
W`en ev`ryt`ing`s drown on de Spring-tam flood,
  An` workin` for not`ing half tam` mebbe!

Let her rain or snow, all he want to know
  Is jus` if anywan`s feelin` sick,
For Docteur Fiset`s de ole fashion kin`
Doin` good was de only t`ing on hees min`
  So he got no use for de politique.

An` he`s careful too, `cos firs` t`ing he do,
  For fear dere was danger some fever case,
Is tak` w`en he`s come leetle w`isky chaud,
Den `noder wan too jus` before he go,
  He`s so scare carry fever aroun` de place!

On nice summer day w`en we`re makin` hay
  Dere`s not`ing more pleasant for us I`m sure
Dan see de ole man come joggin` along,
Alway singin` some leetle song,
  An` hear heem say "Tiens, mes amis, Bonjour!"

An` w`en de cole rain was commence again
  An` we`re sittin` at home on some warm cornerre,
If we hear de buggy an` see de light
Tearin` along t`roo de black, black night,
  We know right off dat`s de ole Docteur!

An` he`s smart horse sure, w`at he call "Faubourg,"
  Ev`ry place on de Parish he know dem all,
An` you ought to see de nice way he go
For fear he`s upsettin` upon de snow,
  W`en ole man`s asleep on de cariole!

I `member w`en poor Hormisdas Couture
  Get sick on hees place twenty mile away
An` hees boy Ovide he was come "Raquette"
W`at you call "Snowshoe," for Docteur Fiset,
  An` Docteur he start wit` hees horse an` sleigh.

All de night before, de beeg storm she roar,
  An` mos` of de day it`s de sam` also,
De drif` was pilin` up ten feet high
You can`t see not`ing dis side de sky,
  Not`ing but wan avalanche of snow.

I`m hearin` de bell w`en I go on de well
  For water de cattle on barn close by,
But I only ketch sight of hees cheval blanc
An` hees coonskin coat wit` de capuchon
  An` de storm tak` heem off, jus` de sam` he fly.

Mus` be le Bon Dieu dat is help him t`roo,
  Ole Docteur Fiset an` hees horse "Faubourg,"
`Twas somet`ing for splain-me, wall I don`t care,
But somehow or `noder he`s gettin` dere,
  An` save de life Hormisdas Couture.

But it`s sam` alway, lak` dat ev`ry day,
  He never was spare hese`f pour nous autres,
He don`t mak` moche monee, Docteur Fiset,
An` offen de only t`ing he was get
  Is de prayer of poor man, an` wan bag of oat.

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Wall! Docteur Fiset of Saint Anicet
  He is not dead yet! an` I`m purty sure
If you`re passin` dat place about ten year more
You will see heem go roun` lak` he go before
  Wit` de ole cariole an` hees horse "Faubourg!"
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