Is it only twelve mont' I play de fool, You're sure it 's correc' , ma dear?
I 'm glad for hearin' you spik dat way For I t'ink it was twenty year,
Since leffin' de leetle ole house below, I mak' wit' ma own two han'For go on dat fine beeg place, up dere- Mon Dieu!
I'm de crazy man!
You 'member we 're not very riche, cherie, Dat tam we 're beginnin' life!
Mese'f I'm twenty, an' you eighteen W'en I 'm bringin' you home ma wife,
Many de worry an' troub' we got An' some of dem was n't small,
But not very long dey bodder us For we work an' forget dem all.
An' you was de savin' woman too, Dere 's nobody beat you dere!
An' I laugh w'en I t'ink of de tam you go Over on Trois
For payin' de bank -you know how moche We 're owin' for dat new placeW 'at was he sayin' de nice young man Smilin' upon hees faceW'en he got dat monee was all pure gole Come down on your
For honder year an' mebbe more? "Ma-dame you 're excusin' me,
But w'ere was you gettin' dis nice gole coin Of Louis Quatorze, hees
Wit' hees face on back of dem ev 'ry wan? For dey 're purty scase now,
Ma-dam?"An' you say "Dat 's not'ing at all M'sieu Ma familee get dem t'ing,
I suppose it's very long tam ago, W'en Louis Quatorze is King,
An' I'm sorry poor feller he 's comin' dead An' not leevin here to-day'Cos man should be good on hees frien',
M'sieu' W'en de monee he mak' dat way."Yass, ev 'ry wan know we 're workin' hard An' savin' too all dem year,
But nobody see us starve ourse'f Dere 's plaintee to eat, don 't fear-Bimeby our chil'ren dey 're growin' up So we're doin' de bes' we
Settle dem off on de firse good chance An' geevin' dem leetle lan'.
An'den de troub' is begin to show W 'en our daughter poor
Sha marry dat lawyer on Trois Rivieres De beeges' fool never seen!
Alway come home ev'ry summer sure Bringin' her familee,
All right for de chil'ren,
I don't min' dem; But de husban'! sapree maudit!
I wish I was close ma ear right off W'en he talk of our leetle
Dough I know w'en familee's comin' home Dere is n't moche room for a mouse,
He say "Riche man lak youse'f can't leev' On shaintee lak dis below,
W'en t'ousan' dollar will buil' fin' place Up on de hill en haut."An' he talk about gallerie all aroun' W'ere we sit on de summer
Watchin' de star on de sky above W'ile de moon she was shinin' bright,
Could plant some apple-tree dere, also, An' flower, an' I dunno w'at, An' w'en de sun he 's begin to rise Look at de view we got!
Den he bring 'noder feller from Trois Rivieres An' show w'at he call de
For makin' dem house on de w'ole contree- Mon Dieu! how I hate dat man!'Cos he 's talkin' away nearly all de tam Lak trotter upon de race-Wall! affer a w'ile we mak' our min' For havin' dat nice new place.
So dey go ahead, an' we let dem go, But stuff dey was t'row away;
I 'm watchin' for dat, an' I save mese'f Mebbe twenty-five cent a day,
For you 're surely cheat if you don't tak' care Very offen we fin' dat 's true,
An' affer de house she was finish up, We 're geevin' it nam' Bellevue.
O! yass,
I know we enjoy ourse'f W'en our frien' dey was comin' roun'An' say "Dat 's very fine place you got; Dere's not'ing upon de town,
Or anyw'ere else for honder mile Dis house Bellevue can touch,
An' den let de horse eat de garden fence Non! we don't enjoy dat so moche.
An' of course we can't say not'ing at all For it 's not correc' t'ing you know—But "Never min' dat, an' please come again, I'm sorry you got to go."Baptême! w'en I'm seeing beeg feller bus' Our two dollar easy chair-Can't help it at all,
I got to go Down on de cellar an' swear!
An' w'ere did we leev' on dat belle maison? Wan room an' de kitchen, dat 's
An' plaintee too for de man an' wife! An' you 'member de tam I
Off on de gallerie wan dark night, I los' mese'f tryin' fin'De winder dere on de grande parloir, For closin' it up de blin'?
An' al de tam de poor leetle house Is down on de road below,
I t'ink she was jealous dat fine new place Up on de hill en haut,
For O! she look lonesome by herse'f De winder all broke an' gone-No smoke on de chimney comin' out No frien' stannin' dere—not wan.
You 'member too, w'en de fever come An' ketch us wan winter day?
W'at he call de shaintee, our son-in-law, Dat 's w'ere dey pass
Xavier,
Zoë. an' Euchariste Our chil'ren wan, two, t'ree-I offen t'ink of de room dey die, An' I can't help cryin'—me. So we 'll go on de ole house once again, Long enough we been fool lak
Never min' w'at dey say bimeby, ma chere But geeve me de leetle kiss,
Let dem stay on dat fine new place up dere Our daughter an'
For to-morrow soon as de sun will rise We 're goin' back home- Hooraw!
