"No use for heem goin' die."

But he 's comin' roun' bimeby

 "Don't blame de boy over dere, 't was me Dat sen' away Adelard— He 's sorry for beat you, I 'm sure, bâ oui, An' dat 's w'at I 'm cryin' for— 'Cos it 's all ma fault you was lick to-day, Don't care w'at anywan else can say— But remember too, an' you 'll not forget De championship 's still on de familee yet." An' de ole man smile. 

Dat sen' away Adelard—

An' dat 's w'at I 'm cryin' for—

An' de ole man smile.

 

 [1] Old proverb of Ste. Flore. 

 

 

 

 Dieudonné  (GOD-GIVEN) 

 If I sole ma ole blind trotter for fifty dollar cash Or win de beeges' prize on lotterie, If some good frien' die an' lef' me fines' house on St. Eustache, You t'ink I feel more happy dan I be? 

Or win de beeges' prize on lotterie,

You t'ink I feel more happy dan I be?

 No, sir! An' I can tole you, if you never know before, W'y de kettle on de stove mak' such a fuss, Wy de robin stop hees singin' an' come peekin' t'roo de door For learn about de nice t'ing 's come to us— 

W'y de kettle on de stove mak' such a fuss,

For learn about de nice t'ing 's come to us—

 An' w'en he see de baby lyin' dere upon de bed Lak leetle Son of Mary on de ole tam long ago— Wit' de sunshine an' de shadder makin' ring aroun' hees head, No wonder M'sieu Robin wissle low. 

Lak leetle Son of 

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