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The Corduroy Road

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'.

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William Henry Drummond

William Henry Drummond (April 13, 1854 – April 6, 1907) was an Irish-born Canadian poet whose humorous dialect poems made him "one of the most p…

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