All he has got to do,

Is call for de ship an' crew.

 An' dere 's de boss of United State, An' w'at dey call Philippine— De Yankee t'ink he was somet'ing great, An' beeg as de king or queen— So dey geev' heem a house near touch de sky, An' paint it so w'ite it was blin' de eye An' long as he 's dere beginnin' to en', Don't cos' heem not'ing for treat hees frien'. 

An' w'at dey call Philippine—

An' beeg as de king or queen—

 So dere 's two feller, Edouard de King An' Teddy Roos-vel' also, No wonder dey 're proud, for dey got few t'ing Was helpin' dem mak' de show— But oh! ma Gosh! w'en you talk of pride An' w'at dey call style, an' puttin' on side, W'ere is de man can go before De pig-sticker champion of Ste. Flore? 

An' Teddy Roos-vel' also,

Was helpin' dem mak' de show—

 Use to be nice man too, dey say, Jeremie Bonami, Talk wit' hees frien' in a frien'ly way Sam' as you'se'f an' me— Of course it 's purty beeg job he got, An' no wan expec' heem talk a lot, But still would n't hurt very moche, I 'm sure, If wance in a w'ile he 'd say, "Bonjour." 

Jeremie Bonami,

Sam' as you'se'f an' me—

 Yi! Yi! to see heem come down de hill Some mornin' upon de fall, W'en de pig is fat an' ready to kill, He don't know hees frien' at all— Look at hees face an' it seem to say, "Important duty I got to-day, Killin' de pig on de contree side,— Is n't dat some reason for leetle pride?" 

Some mornin' upon de fall,

He don't know hees frien' at all—

 Lissen de small boy how dey shout W'en Jeremie 's marchin' t'roo De market place wit' hees cane feex out Wit' ribbon red, w'ite an' blue— An' den he jomp on de butcher's block, An' affer de crowd is stop deir talk, An' leetle boy holler no more "Hooray," Dis is de word Jeremie he say— 

W'en Jeremie 's marchin' t'roo

Wit' ribbon red, w'ite an' blue—

 "I 'm de only man on de w'ole Ste. Flore Can kill heem de pig jus' right, Please t'ink of dat, an' furdermore Don't 

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