Mary on de ole tam long ago—

No wonder M'sieu Robin wissle low.

 An' we can't help feelin' glad too, so we call heem Dieudonné; An' he never cry, dat baby, w'en he 's chrissen by de pries' All de sam' I bet you dollar he 'll waken up some day, An' be as bad as leetle boy Bateese. 

An' he never cry, dat baby, w'en he 's chrissen by de pries'

An' be as bad as leetle boy Bateese.

 

 

 

 THE DEVIL 

 Along de road from Bord à Plouffe To Kaz-a-baz-u-a W'ere poplar trees lak sojers stan', An' all de lan' is pleasan' lan', In off de road dere leev's a man Call Louis Desjardins. 

To Kaz-a-baz-u-a

Call Louis Desjardins.

 An' Louis, w'en he firse begin To work hees leetle place, He work so hard de neighbors say, "Unless he tak's de easy way Dat feller 's sure to die some day, We see it on hees face." 

To work hees leetle place,

We see it on hees face."

 'T was lak a swamp, de farm he got, De water ev'ryw'ere— Might drain her off as tight as a drum. An' back dat water is boun' to come In less 'n a day or two—ba Gum! 'T would mak' de angel swear. 

De water ev'ryw'ere—

'T would mak' de angel swear.

 So Louis t'ink of de bimeby, If he leev' so long as dat, W'en he 's ole an' blin' an' mebbe deaf, All alone on de house hese'f, No frien', no money, no not'ing lef', An' poor—can't kip a cat. 

If he leev' so long as dat,

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