Dere's no voyageur on de reever never run hees canoe d'ecorceT'roo de roar an' de rush of de rapide, w'ere it jump lak a beeg w'ite horse,
Dere's no hunter man on de prairie, never wear w'at you call
Can beat leetle Fader O'Hara, de Curé of Calumette.
Hees fader is full-blooded Irish, an' hees moder is pure Canayenne,
Not offen dat stock go tegedder, but she's fine combination ma frien'For de Irish he's full of de devil, an' de French dey got savoir faire,
Dat's mak'it de very good balance an' tak' you mos' ev'ry w' ere.
But dere' wan t'ing de Curé wont stan' it; mak' fun of de
An' of course de French we say not'ing, 'cos de parish she's all Canayen,
Den you see on account of de moder, he can't spik hese'f very moche,
So de ole joke she's all out of fashion, an' wan of dem t'ing we don't touch.
Wall! wan of dat kin' is de Curé, but w'en he be comin' our
De peop' on de parish all w'isper, "How young he was look on hees face;
Too bad if de wedder she keel heem de firse tam he got leetle wet,
An' de Bishop might sen' beeger Curé, for it's purty tough place,
Calumette!"Ha! ha! how I wish I was dere, me, w'en he go on de mission
On de shaintee camp way up de reever, drivin' hees own cariole,
An' he meet blagger' feller been drinkin', jus' enough mak' heem ack lak fou,
Joe Vadeboncoeur, dey was call heem, an' he's purty beeg feller too!
Mebbe Joe he don't know it's de Curé, so he's hollerin', "Get out de way,
If you don't geev me whole of de roadside, sapree! you go off on de sleigh."But de Curé he never say not'ing, jus' poule on de line leetle bit,
An' w'en Joe try for kip heem hees promise, hees nose it get badly hit.
Maudit! he was strong leetle Curé, an' he go for Jo-zeph en
An' w'en he is mak' it de finish, poor Joe is n't feel it firse class,
So nex' tam de Curé he's goin' for visit de shaintee
Of course he was mak' beeges' mission never see on dat place before.
An' he know more,
I'm sure dan de lawyer, an' dere's many poor
Is glad for see Fader O'Hara, an' ax w'at he t'ink of de lawW'en dey get leetle troub' wit' each oder, an' don't know de bes' t'ing to do,
Dat's makin' dem save plaintee monee, an' kip de good neighbor too.
But w'en we fin' out how he paddle till canoe she was nearly
An' travel racquette on de winter, w'en snow- dreef is pillin' up
For visit some poor man or woman dat's waitin' de message of peace,
An' get dem prepare for de journey, we're proud on de leetle pries'!
O! many dark night w'en de chil'ren is put away safe on de
An' mese'f an' ma femme mebbe sittin' an' watchin' de small curly
We hear somet'ing else dan de roar of de ton- der, de win' an' de rain;
So we're bote passin' out on de doorway, an' lissen an' lissen again.
An' it's lonesome for see de beeg cloud sweep- in' across de
An' lonesome for hear de win' cryin' lak some- body's goin'to die,
But de soun' away down de valley, creepin' around de
All de tam gettin' closer. closer, dat's de soun' mak' de heart stan'still!
It's de bell of de leetle Curé, de music of deat' we hear,
Along on de black road ringin', an' soon it was comin'
Wan minute de face of de Curé we see by de lantern light,
An' he's gone from us, jus' lak a shadder, into de stormy night.
An' de buggy rush down de hill an' over de bridge below,
W'ere creek run so high on de spring-tam, w'en mountain t'row off de snow,
An' so long as we hear heem goin', we kneel on de floor an'
Dat God will look affer de Curé, an' de poor soul dat 's passin' away.
I dunno if he need our prayer, but we geev' it heem jus' de sam',
For w'en a man's doin' hees duty lak de Curé do all de
Never min' all de t'ing may happen, no matter he's riche or
Le bon Dieu was up on de heaven, will look out for dat man,
I'm sure.
I'm only poor habitant farmer, an' mebbe know not'ing at all,
But dere's wan t'ing I'm always wishin', an' dat's w'en I get de
For travel de far-away journey, ev'ry wan on de worl' mus'
He 'll be wit' me de leetle Curé 'fore I'm leffin' dis place below.
For I know I'll be feel more easy, if he's sittin' dere by de
An' he'll geev' me de good-bye message, an' place hees han' on ma head,
Den I'll hol' if he 'll only let me, dat han' till de las' las' breat'An' bless leetle Fader O'Hara, de Curé of Calumette.[The Curé of a French Canadian parish, when summoned to the beside of a dying member of his flock, always carries in his buggy or sleigh a bell.
This bell serves two purposes:first, it has the effect of clearing a way for the passgage of thegood priest's vehicle, and, secondly, it calls to prayer those of the faithful who are within hearing of its solemn tones.]
