"Now lissen to me, all you young man Is wantin' ma girl Rosine— I offer a chance an' you 'll understan' It 's bes' you was never seen— Tree minute start I 'll geev'—no more— An' if any young feller upon Ste. Flore Can beat me stickin' de pig nex' fall, Let heem marry ma girl Rosine—dat 's all." Is wantin' ma girl Rosine— It 's bes' you was never seen— All right—an' very nex' week he start, De smartes' boy of de lot— An' he 's lovin' Rosine wit' all hees heart, De young Adelard Marcotte— Don't say very moche about w'ere he go, But I t'ink mese'f it was Buffalo— An' plaintee more place on de State dat's beeg W'ere he don't do not'ing but stick de pig. De smartes' boy of de lot— De young Adelard Marcotte— So of course he 's pickin' de fancy trick An' ev'ryt'ing else dey got— Work over tam—but he got homesick De young Adelard Marcotte Jus' about tam w'en de fall come along—- So den he wissle hees leetle song An' buy tiquette for de ole Ste. Flore, An' back on de village he come some more. An' ev'ryt'ing else dey got— De young Adelard Marcotte Ho! Ho! ma Jeremie Bonami, Get ready you'se'f to-day, For you got beeg job you was never see Will tak' all your breat' away— "Come on! come on!" dey be shoutin' loud, De Bishop hese'f could n't draw de crowd Of folk on de parish for mile aroun', Till dey could n't fin' place upon de groun'. Get ready you'se'f to-day, Will tak' all your breat' away— Hi! Hi! Jeremie, you may sweat an' swear, Your tam is arrive at las'— Dere 's no use pullin' out all your hair Or drinkin' de w'isky glass— Spit on your han' or hitch de pants— You 'll never have anyt'ing lak a chance, Hooraw! Hooraw! let her go wance more, An' Adelard 's champion of all Ste. Flore! Your tam is arrive at las'— Or drinkin' de w'isky glass— "Away on de pump!" de crowd is yell, "No use for heem goin' die." Dey nearly drown Jeremie on de well But he 's comin' roun' bimeby Rosine dat 's laughin' away all day Is startin' to cry, an' den she say— "O fader dear, won't you geev' me kiss For I never s'pose it would come to dis?