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Johnnie Courteau

Johnnie Courteau of de

Johnnie Courteau of de

Dat was de boy can shoot de

Dat was de boy can jomp an'

An'it's not very often you ketch heem still                                    Johnnie Courteau !

Ax dem along de

Ax dem along de

Who was de

From Managance to Shaw-in-I-gan?

De place we're de great beeg rapide roar,                                    Johnnie Courteau !

Sam'tíng on ev'ry

Up on de

Who was the man man walk de log,

W'en w'ole of de reever she's black

An'carry de beeges'load on hees back?                                    Johnnie Courteau !

On de rapide you want to see

If de raf'she 's swingin'roun'An'he 's yellin' "Hooray Bateese! goodman!"W'y de oar come double on hees han'W'en he's makin' dat raf'go flyin'down                                    Johnnie Courteau !

An' Tête de Boule chief can tole

De feller w'at save hees lifeW'en beeg moose on de head, sapree!

An'den run off wit' hees Injun wife?                                    Johnnie Courteau !

An' he only have pike pole

On Lac a la TortueW'en he meet de bear comin' down the

But de bear very soon is get hees fill!

An' he sole dat skin for ten dollar too,                                    Johnnie Courteau !

Oh he never was scare for

Lak de ole coureurs de bois,

But w'en he's getting'hees winter

De bes't'ing sure is kip out de

For he's goin'right off on de Hip Hooraw!                                    Johnnie Courteau !

Den pullin'hees sash

He dance on hees botte

An'shout  "All aboar' if you want to fight!"Wall!

You never can see de finer sightW'en he go lak dat on de w'ole village!                                    Johnnie Courteau !

But Johnnie Courteau  get

On Philomene

She's nice leetle girl was run de

On w'at you call Parish of Sainte

An' he see her off on de pique-nique dere                                    Johnnie Courteau !

Den somet'ing come over JohnnieW'en he marry on

For he stay on de farm de w'ole year roun'He chop de wood an' he plough de ground'An' he's quieter feller was never seen,                                    Johnnie Courteau !

An'ev'ry wan feel

From La Tuque to Shaw-in-i-ganW'en dey hear de news was goin' aroun'Along on de reever up an'

How wan leetle woman boss dat beeg man                                    Johnnie Courteau !

He never come out on de

No matter de hard we try'Cos he stay on de kitchen an' sing hees song        "A la claire fontaine M'en allant promener J'ai trouvé l'eau si belle         Que je m'y suis baigner         Lui y'a longtemps que je t'aime         Jamais je ne t'oublierai."Rockin' de cradle de w'ole night

Till baby's asleep on de sweet bimeby                                    Johnnie Courteau !

An'de house, wall!  I wish you see

De place she's so nice an'

Mus'wipe your foot on de outside door,

You're dead man sure if  you spit on de floor,

An' he never  say not'ing on Philomene                                    Johnnie Courteau !

An' Philomene watch de

An' put it all safe

On very good place;

I dunno

But anyhow nobody see it

So she's buyin' new farm de noder day

ME Courteau !

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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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