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William Henry Drummond - Pride
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Ma fader he spik to me long ago,
    "Alphonse, it is better go leetle slow,
  Don`t put on de style if you can`t afford,
  But satisfy be wit` your bed an` board.
  De bear wit` hees head too high alway,
    Know not`ing at all till de trap go smash.
  An` mooshrat dat’s swimmin` so proud to-day
    Very often to-morrow is on de hash." 

  Edouard de Seven of Angleterre,
    An` few oder place beside,
  He’s got de horse an` de carriage dere
    W`enever he want to ride.
  Wit` sojer in front to clear de way,
  Sojer behin` all dress so gay,
  Ev`rywan makin` de grand salaam,
  An` plaintee o` ban` playin` all de tam

  Edouard de Seven of Angleterre,
    All he has got to do,
  W`en he’s crossin` de sea, don`t matter w`ere,
    Is call for de ship an` crew.
  Den hois` de anchor from down below,
  Vive le Roi! an` away she go,
  An` flag overhead, w`en dey see dat sight
  W`ere is de nation don`t be polite?

  An` dere’s de boss of United State,
    An` w`at dey call Philippine--
  De Yankee t`ink he was somet`ing great,
    An` beeg as de king or queen--
  So dey geev` heem a house near touch de sky,
  An` paint it so w`ite it was blin` de eye
  An` long as he’s dere beginnin` to en`,
  Don`t cos` heem not`ing for treat hees frien`.

  So dere’s two feller, Edouard de King
    An` Teddy Roos-vel` also,
  No wonder dey `re proud, for dey got few t`ing
    Was helpin` dem mak` de show--
  But oh! ma Gosh! w`en you talk of pride
  An` w`at dey call style, an` puttin` on side,
  W`ere is de man can go before
  De pig-sticker champion of Ste. Flore?

  Use to be nice man too, dey say,
    Jeremie Bonami,
  Talk wit` hees frien` in a frien`ly way
    Sam` as you`se`f an` me--
  Of course it’s purty beeg job he got,
  An` no wan expec` heem talk a lot,
  But still would n`t hurt very moche, I’m sure,
  If wance in a w`ile he `d say, "Bonjour."

  Yi! Yi! to see heem come down de hill
    Some mornin` upon de fall,
  W`en de pig is fat an` ready to kill,
    He don`t know hees frien` at all--
  Look at hees face an` it seem to say,
  "Important duty I got to-day,
  Killin` de pig on de contree side,--
  Is n`t dat some reason for leetle pride?"

  Lissen de small boy how dey shout
    W`en Jeremie’s marchin` t`roo
  De market place wit` hees cane feex out
    Wit` ribbon red, w`ite an` blue--
  An` den he jomp on de butcher`s block,
  An` affer de crowd is stop deir talk,
  An` leetle boy holler no more "Hooray,"
  Dis is de word Jeremie he say--

  "I’m de only man on de w`ole Ste. Flore
    Can kill heem de pig jus` right,
  Please t`ink of dat, an` furdermore
    Don`t matter it’s day or night,
  Can do it less tam, five dollar I bet,
  Dan any pig-sticker you can get
  From de w`ole of de worl`, to w`ere I leev`--
  Will somebody help to roll up ma sleeve?

  "Some feller challenge jus` here an` dere,
    An` more on deir own contree,
  But me--I challenge dem ev`ryw`ere
    All over de worl`--sapree!
  To geev` dem a chance, for dere might be some
    Beeg feller, for all I know,
  But if dey `re ready, wall! let dem come,
    An` me--I’m geevin` dem plaintee show."

  Challenge lak dat twenty year or more
    He’s makin` it ev`ry fall,
  But never a pig-sticker come Ste. Flore
    `Cos Jeremie scare dem all--
  No wonder it’s makin` heem feel so proud,
    Even Emperor Germanie
  Can`t put on de style or talk more loud
    Dan Jeremie Bonami.

  But Jeremie`s day can`t las` alway,
    An` so he commence to go
  W`en he jomp on de block again an` say
    To de crowd stan`nin` dere below,
  "Lissen, ma frien`, to de word I spik,
  For I’m tire of de challenge until I’m sick,
  Can`t say, but mebbe I’ll talk no more
  For glory an` honor of ole Ste. Flore.

  "I got some trouble aroun` ma place
    Wit` ma nice leetle girl Rosine,
  An` I see w`en I’m lookin` on all de face,
    You `re knowin` jus` w`at I mean--
  Very easy to talk, but w`en dey come
  For seein` her twenty young man ba Gum!
  I tole you ma frien`, it was purty tough,
 ‘sides wan chance in twenty is not enough--

  "Now lissen to me, all you young man
    Is wantin` ma girl Rosine--
  I offer a chance an` you’ll understan`
    It’s bes` you was never seen--
  Tree minute start I’ll geev`--no more--
  An` if any young feller upon Ste. Flore
  Can beat me stickin` de pig nex` fall,
  Let heem marry ma girl Rosine--dat’s all."

  All right--an` very nex` week he start,
    De smartes` boy of de lot--
  An` he’s lovin` Rosine wit` all hees heart,
    De young Adelard Marcotte--
  Don`t say very moche about w`ere he go,
  But I t`ink mese`f it was Buffalo--
  An` plaintee more place on de State dat`s beeg
  W`ere he don`t do not`ing but stick de pig.

  So of course he’s pickin` de fancy trick
    An` ev`ryt`ing else dey got--
  Work over tam--but he got homesick
    De young Adelard Marcotte
  Jus` about tam w`en de fall come along---
  So den he wissle hees leetle song
  An` buy tiquette for de ole Ste. Flore,
  An` back on de village he come some more.

  Ho! Ho! ma Jeremie Bonami,
    Get ready you`se`f to-day,
  For you got beeg job you was never see
    Will tak` all your breat` away--
  "Come on! come on!" dey be shoutin` loud,
  De Bishop hese`f could n`t draw de crowd
  Of folk on de parish for mile aroun`,
  Till dey could n`t fin` place upon de groun`.

  Hi! Hi! Jeremie, you may sweat an` swear,
    Your tam is arrive at las`--
  Dere’s no use pullin` out all your hair
    Or drinkin` de w`isky glass--
  Spit on your han` or hitch de pants--
  You’ll never have anyt`ing lak a chance,
  Hooraw! Hooraw! let her go wance more,
  An` Adelard’s champion of all Ste. Flore!

  "Away on de pump!" de crowd is yell,
    "No use for heem goin` die."
  Dey nearly drown Jeremie on de well
    But he’s comin` roun` bimeby
  Rosine dat’s laughin` away all day
  Is startin` to cry, an` den she say--
  "O fader dear, won`t you geev` me kiss
  For I never s`pose it would come to dis?

  "Don`t blame de boy over dere, `t was me
    Dat sen` away Adelard--
  He’s sorry for beat you, I’m sure, bâ oui,
    An` dat’s w`at I’m cryin` for--
  `Cos it’s all ma fault you was lick to-day,
  Don`t care w`at anywan else can say--
  But remember too, an` you’ll not forget
  De championship’s still on de familee yet."
            An` de ole man smile.
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