Mon frere Camille he was first class blood W'en he come off de State las' fall,
Wearin' hees boot a la mode box
An' diamon' pin on hees shirt
Sam' as dem feller on Chi-caw-go; But now he 's no blood at all, Camille, mon frere.
W'at 's makin' dat change on mon frere Camille? Wall! lissen for minute or two,
An' I 'll try feex it up on de leetle
Dat 's geevin' some chance kin' o' help it
So wedder I'm right or wedder I'm wrong You 'll know all about heem w'en I get t'roo, Mon frere Camille.
He never sen' leter for t' orteen year So of course he mus' be all
Till telegraph 's comin' from Kan-Ka-Kee"I 'm leffin' dis place on de half pas't'reeW'at you want to bring is de beg' buggee An' double team sure for me t' orsday night Ton frere Camille."I wish you be dere w'en Camille arrive I bet you will say "W'at 's dat?"For he 's got leetle cap very lak tuque
Ole habitant 's wearin' in bed, dat's true,
An' w'at do you t'ink he carry too? Geev it up?
Wall! small valise wit' de fine plug hat. Mon frere Camille."Very strange." I know you will say right off, For dere 's not'ing wrong wit' hees clothes,
An' he put on style all de bes' he
Wit' diamon' shinin' across hees han' An' de way he's talkin' lak Yankee man Mus' be purty hard on hees nose, Mon frere Camille.
But he 's splain all dat about funny cap, An' tole us de reason w'y,
It seem no feller can travel far,
An' specially too on de Pullman car,'Less dey wear leetle cap only 'cos dollarre, Dat 's true if he never die, Mon frere Camille.
Don't look very strong dem fancy boot But he 's splain all dat
He say paten' ledder she 's nice an'
You don't need to polish dem ev'ry day,
Besides he 's too busy for dat alway, W'en he's leevin' on Chi-caw-go, Mon frere Camille.
But de State she was n't de only place He visit all up an' down,
For he's goin' Cu-baw an' de Mex-i-co,
W'ere he 's killin' two honder dem wil' taureau,
W'at you call de bull: on de circus show, O! if you believe heem he travel roun'. Mon frere Camille.
So of course w'en ma broder was gettin' home All de peop' on de parish
Every night on de parlor for hear heem
How he foller de brave General Roosvel'W'en rough rider feller dey fight lak hell An' he walk on de front wit' great beg drum, Mon frere Camille.
An' how is he gainin' dat diamon' ring? Way off on de Mex-i-coW'ere he 's pilin' de bull wan summer
Till it 's not easy haulin' dem all away,
An' de lady dey 're t'rowin' heem large bouquet For dey lak de style he was keel taureau, Mon frere Camille.
Wall! he talk dat way all de winter t'roo, An' hees frien' dey was tryin' fin'Some bull on de country dat 's wil'
For mon frere camille, but it 's purty tough'Cos de farmer 's not raisin' such fightin' stuff An' he don't want not'ing but mos' worse kin' Mon frere Camille.
Dat 'd not pleasan' t'ing mebbe los' hees trade, If we don't hurry up, for sure,
I s'pose you t'ink I was goin' it strong?
Never min' , somet'ing happen 'fore very
It 'll all come out on dis leetle song W'en he pass on de house of Ma-dame Latour Camille, mon frere.
We 're makin' pique-nique on Denise Latour For helpin' put in de
Too bad she 's de moder large
An' los' de bes' husban' she never seeW'en he drown on de reever, poor Jeremie, So he come wit' de res' of de gang dat day, Camille, mon frere.
An' affer de hay it was put away Don't tak' very long at all,
De boy an' de girl she was lookin'
For havin' more fun 'fore dey lef' de groun' An' dey see leetle bull, mebbe t'ree honder poun' An' nex' t'ing I hear dem call Mon frere Camille.
So nice leetle feller I never see Dat bull of Ma-dame
Wit' curly hair on de front hees
An' quiet? jus' sam' he was almos'
An' fat? wall! de chil'ren dey see heem fed So he 's not goin' keel heem I 'm very sure, Mon frere Camille.
But de girl kip teasin' an' ole Ma-dame She say, "You can go
He cos' me four dollarre six mont'
So if anyt'ing happen ma small taureau,
Who 's pay me dat monee I lak to know?" An' he answer, "Dat 's me w'en I keel heem dead" Mon frere Camille.
Den he feex beeg knife on de twelve foot pole, So de chil'ren commence to
An' he jomp on de fence, an' yell, "Hooraw"An' shout on de leetle French bull, "Dis donc!
Ain't you scare w'en you see feller from Cu- baw?" An' he show heem hees red necktie, Mon frere Camille.
L'petit taureau w'en he see dat tie He holler for half a
Den he jomp on de leg an' he raise de
Ba Golly!
I'm sure I can see heem now.
An' dey run w'en dey hear heem, de noder cow Den he say, "Dat bull must be surely wil'" Mon frere Camille.
But de bull don't care w'at he say at all, For he 's watchin' dat red
An' w'en ma broder he push de poleI 'm sure it 's makin' some purty large hole,
If de bull be dere, but ma blood run col' For de nex' t'ing I hear heem cry, Camille, mon frere.
No wonder he cry, for dat sapree bull He 's yell leetle bit some more,
Den he ketch ma broder dat small
Only cos' four dollarre six mont'
An' he 's t'rowin' heem up from de groun' below Wan tam, two tam, till he 's feelin' sore, Camille, mon frere.
An' w'en ma broder 's come down agen I s'pose he mus' change hees min' An' mebbe t'ink if it 's all de sam'He 'll keel dat bull w'en he get more
For dere he was runnin' wit' ole Ma-dame De chil'ren, de bull, an' de cow behin' Camille, mon frere.
So dat's de reason he 's firse class blood W'en he come off de State las'
Wearin' hees boot a la mode bo
An' diamon' pin on hees shirt
Sam' as dem feller on Chi-caw-go But now he 's no blood at all, Camille, mon frere.
