De corduroy road go bompety bomp,
De corduroy road go jompety jomp,
An' he' s takin'beeg chances upset hees
De horse dat 'll trot on de corduroy road.
Of course it's purty rough, but it's handy t'ing
An' dey mak' it wit' de log all jine togederW'en deystrek de swampy groun' w' ere de Water hang aroun'Or passin'by some tough ole beaver medder.
But it' s not macadamize, so if you're only
You will tak' your tam an' never min' de
For de corduroy is bad, an' will mak' you plaintee
By de way de buggy jomp, in case you hurry.
An' I' m sure you don't expec' leetle Victorine
She was knowin' moche at all about dem places, 'Cos she's never dere before, till young Zeph- irin
He was takin' her away for see de races.
O,
I wish you see her den, dat's before she marry, w'
She's de fines' on de lan' but no use talkin'I can bet you w'at you lak, if you meet her you look
Jus' to watch de fancy way dat girl is walkin'.
Yass de leetle Victorine was de nices' girl be-
De town of Yamachiche an' Maskinongé,
But she's stuck up an' she's proud, an' you 'll never count de
Of de boy she geev' it w'at dey call de congé.
Ah!
De moder spoil her sure, for even Joe D'AmourW'en he's ready nearly ev'ry t'ing to geev
If she mak' de mariée, only say, "please go away"An' he's riches habitant along de reever.
Zephirin he try it too, an' he's workin' some- t'ing
For he's makin' de ole woman many presen'Prize package on de train, umbrella for de
But she' s grompy all de tam, an' never pleasan'.
Wall, w'en he ax Ma-dame tak' de girl away dat
See dem races on Sorel wit' all de
De moder say "All right if you bring herhome
Before de cow'smilk,
I let go, ma daughter."So Victorin she go wit' Zephirin her
On de yankee buggy mak' it on St.
An' w'en dey pass hotel on de middle of
Dey're puttin' on de beeges' style dat you know.
Wall! dey got some good horse dere, but Zephirin don't
He's back it up hees own paroisse, ba golly,
An' he mak' it t'ree doll-arr w'en Maskinongé
On de two mile heat was beatin' Sorel Molly.
Victorin don't min' at all, till de "free for all" dey
Dat's de las' race dey was run before de snow
Den she say "I t'ink de cow mus'be getting' home soon
An' you know it's only clock ole woman go by.
An' if we're comin'late w'en de cow pass on de
You'll be sorry if you hear de way she talk dere,
So w'en I see de race on Sorel or any
After dis, you may be sure I got to walk dere."Den he laugh dat Zephirin, an' he say "Your poor mamaI know de pile she t'ink about her
So we'll tak' de sshort road back on de cor- duroy race
Don't matter if we got to sweem de water."No wonder he is smile till you hear heem half a
For dat morning he was tole hees leetle
Let de cattle out de gate, so he know it's purty
By de tam dem cow was findin' out each oder.
So along de corduroy de young girl an' de
Dey was kipin' up a joggin' nice an'
It is n't heavy load, an' Guillaume he know de
For many tam he's been dat way already.
But de girl she fin' it slow, so she ax de boy to
Somet'ing better dan a mile on fifteen
An' he's touch heem up Guillaume; so dat horse he lay for homean' de nex' t'ing Victorine she know she's in it."O, pull him in, "she yell, "for even on SorelI am sure I never see de quicker racer,"But it's leetle bit too late, for de horse is get hees gaitan' de worse of all ba gosh!
Guillaume's a pacer.
See hees tail upon de air, no wonder she was
But she hang on lak de winter on T'ree
Cryin' out- "please hol' me tight, or I'm comin'dead
An' ma poor ole moder dear,
I got to leave her."Wit'her arm aroun' hees wais': she was doin' it in
She bus'her head, or keel herse'f, it's not so easy sayin'Dey was comin' on de jomp t'roo dat dam ole beaver
An' meet de crowd is lookin' for dem cow was go a-stayin'.
Den she's cryin',
Victorine, for she's knowin' w'at it
De parish dey was talkin' firse chances dey be gettin',
But no sooner dat young man stop de horse, he tak' her han'An' w'isper "never min', ma chere, won't do no good a-frettin'."Non! she is n't cryin' long, for he tole her it was
She 's sure he save her life too, or she was moche mistaken,
An' de ole Ma-dame Leveque also kiss heem, on de
An'quickly affer dat Hooraw! de man an' wife dey're makin'.
